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 upon my head No shoes upon my feet I have no hat upon 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 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 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 (Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown)