Jimmy Brown The Newsboy

Jimmy Brown The Newsboy - 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

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

So 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