Classic Poem

Jelly roll
Jelly roll
Jelly roll is so hard to find
Ain't a baker in town
Can bake a
sweet jelly roll like mine

I got to go to
Cincinnatti
Just to have my hambone boiled
Womens in Alabama
Gonna
let my hambone spoil

Well she's mine
And she's yours
And she's somebody else's too
Don't you mention 'bout rolling
'Cause she'll
play her trick on you

That's the way
That's the way
These barefooted soul'll do
They will get your money
And they'll
have a man on you

You come home
At night
She got a towel on her head
Don't you mention 'bout rolling
'Cause she'll
swear she nearly dead

Jelly roll
Jelly roll
Well you see what you went and done
You done had my grandpa
Now you
got his youngest son

I'm getting tired
Of walking
I believe I'll fly awhile
I'm getting tired of women
Telling me their lies

I wonder
What made grandpaw
Hey, love your grandmaw so
She got the same jelly roll
She had
forty years ago