Jimmy Brown The Newsboy

I sell the morning paper, sir

My name is Jimmy Brown,

Everybody knows I am,

The Newsboy of the town.

You will hear me yelling "Morning Star",

As I run along the street,

I have no hat up - on my head,

No shoes upon my feet.

I have no hat up - on my head,

No shoes upon my feet

I'm awful cold and hungry, sir,

My clothes are torn and thin,

I wander 'bout from place to place,

My daily bread to win.

CHORUS

Never mind, sir, how I look,

Don't look at me and frown,

I sell the morning papers, sir,

My name is Jimmy Brown.

I sell the morning papers, sir,

My name is Jimmy Brown.

My Father died a drunkard, sir,

I've heard my Mother say, and

I am helping Mother, sir,

As I journey on my way.

Mother always tells me, sir,

I've nothing in this world to lose,

I'll get a place in Heaven, sir,

To sell the Gospel News.

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