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