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 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)