Jimmy Brown The News Boy

Jimmy Brown The News Boy - Mac Wiseman

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

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

But I am helping mother Sir

As I journey on my way

In all me life yeah 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