Jimmy Brown I sell the morning papers sir my name is Jimmy Brown I'm awful cold and hungry sir my clothes are torn and thin My father died a drunkard sir I've heard my mother say Never mind sir how I look don't look at me and frown
Mac Wiseman
Everybody knows I'm 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 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
And I am helping mother sir as I journey on my way
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
I sell the morning papers sir my name is Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning papers sir my name is Jimmy Brown
