Jimmy Brown The Newsboy

I sell the morning papers sir,

My name is jimmy brown

Everybody knows that i|'m a 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



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'm awful cold and hungry sir

My clothes are torn and thin

I wander 'bout from place to place

My daily bread to win



My father died a drunkard sir

I've heard my mother say

I'm helping mother sir

As i journey on my way



My mother always tells me sir

There's nothing in the world to lose

I'll get a place in heaven sir

To sell the gospel news


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