Lyrics:

Mr. Jellyroll Baker
Let me be your slave
When Gabriel blows his trumpet
Let me rise from my grave

Tell me it's good Jelly
Good to my worried soul
Aw it's good for the sick
And it's good for the young and old

Let me put in my order
For two weeks ahead
Jelly you got have
My homecooked bread
I'm crazy about that jelly
Good to my worried soul
Aw it's good for the sick
And it's good for the young and old

There's a man down in the hospital
Shot full of holes
Nurse left a dying man to get some good Jelly Roll
She said I gotta have my Jelly
It's good to my worried soul
Ya there gonna let him lose his life
Than to miss my Jelly Roll

Mr. Jelly Roll Baker
Let me be your slave
Gabriel blows his trumpet
Let me rise from my grave
With some of your good jelly
Good jelly rolls
Its good for the sick
And its good for the young and old

Let me put in my order
For two weeks ahead
Jelly you got have
My homecooked bread
I'm crazy about that jelly
Good to my worried soul
Aw it's good for the sick
And it's good for the young and old