Jimmy Brown The News Boy

I sell the morning paper, sir
 My name is Jimmy Brown,
 Everybody knows I am,
 The Newsboy of the town.
 You will hear me yelling "Morning Star",
 As I run along the street,
 I have no hat up - on my head,
 No shoes upon my feet.
 I have no hat up - on my head,
 No shoes upon my feet
 I'm awful cold and hungry, sir,
 My clothes are worn and thin,
 I wander 'bout from place to place,
 My daily bread to win.
 CHORUS
 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, and
 I am helping Mother, sir,
 As I journey on my way.
 Mother always tells me, sir,
 I've nothing in this world to lose,
 I'll get a place in Heaven, sir,
 To sell the Gospel News.
 (Chorus)