I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy BrownEverybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the townYou can hear me yelling, morning star, as I run along the streetI got no hat upon my head or shoes upon my feetNever mind, sir, how I look, don't look at me and frownI sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy BrownI'm awful cold and hungry, sir, my clothes is mighty thinWondering about from place to place, my daily bread to winMy father died a drunkard, sir, I've heard my mother sayAnd I am helping mother, sir, to journey on my wayMy mother always tells me, sir, there's nothing in the world to loseI'll get a place in heaven to sell the gospel newsI sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy BrownEverybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the townYou can hear me yelling, morning star, as I walk along the streetI got no hat upon my head or shoes upon my feet