I sell the morning papers sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
Everybody knows
I'm the newsboy of the town
You can hear me yelling
Morning Star running 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 is mighty thin
I wander about 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
I am helping mother sir
As I journey on my way
My mother always tells me sir
Nothing in the 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 laugh
I sell the morning papers sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning papers sir
My name is Jimmy Brown