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 worn 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.

(Chorus)