JIMMIE BROWN THE NEWSBOY
I sell the morning paper sir my name is Jimmie Brown
Most 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 upon my head no shoes upon my feet
I'm awful cold and hungry sir my clothes are torn and thin
I wander about from place to place my daily bread to win
I sell the morning paper sir my name is Jimmie Brown
Most everybody knows I am the newsboy of the town
Never mind sir how I look don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers sir my name is Jimmie Brown
My father was a drunkard sir I've heard my mother say
And I am helping 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
So never mind sir how I look don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers sir my name is Jimmie Brown