Jimmie Brown, The Newsboy

I sell the morning papers sir, my name is

Jimmy Brown

Everybody knows that

I'm the newsboy of the town

You can hear me yellin', ‽

Morning Star”, runnin' along the street

Got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet

Never mind sir how

I look, don't look at me and frown

Sell the morning papers sir, my name is

Jimmy Brown

I'm awful cold and hungry sir my clothes is mighty thin

Wander 'bout from place to place, my daily bread to win

My father died a drunkard sir,

I've heard my mother say

I am helpin' 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 to sell the

Gospel News

I sell the morning papers sir