Jimmy Brown the Newsboy

I sell the morning paper, Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown

Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town

You can hear me yelling "Morning Star", as I run along the street

I've got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet

I sell the morning paper, Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown

Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town

Never mind, Sir, how I look, don't look at me and frown

I sell the morning paper, Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown

I'm awful cold and hungry, Sir, my clothes are mighty thin

I wander 'bout from place to place, my daily bread to win

I sell the morning paper, Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown

Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town

My father was a drunkard, Sir, I've heard my mother say

And I am helping my Mother, Sir, as I journey on my way

My mother always tells me, Sir, I've nothing in the world to lose

I'll get a place in Heaven, Sir, selling the "Gospel News"

I sell the morning paper, Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown

Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town