I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town
You can hear me yelling, morning star, as I run along the street
I got no hat upon my head or shoes upon my feet
Never mind, sir, how I look, don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
I'm awful cold and hungry, sir, my clothes is mighty thin
Wondering about from place to place, my daily bread to win
My father died a drunkard, sir, I've heard my mother say
And I am helping mother, sir, to 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 to sell the gospel news
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town
You can hear me yelling, morning star, as I walk along the street
I got no hat upon my head or shoes upon my feet