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
Dont look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers sir
My name is jimmy brown
Im 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
Ive heard my mother say
Im helping mother sir
As I journey on my way
My mother always tells me sir
Theres nothing in the world to lose
Ill get a place in heaven sir
To sell the gospel news