Jimmy Brown The Newsboy

I sell the morning papers sir,



My name is jimmy brown



Everybody knows that I|'m a 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



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'm awful cold and hungry sir



My clothes are torn and thin



I wander 'bout from place to place



My daily bread to win



My father died a drunkard sir



I've heard my mother say



I'm helping mother sir



As i journey on my way



My 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