I sell the morning paper, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
Most everybody knows
I am the newsboy of the town
You'll hear me yelling 'Morning Star'
As I run along the street
I have no hat upon my head
No shoes upon my feet
I have no hat upon my head
No shoes upon my feet
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
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 sell the morning paper
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'
So, 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 sell the morning paper
Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
(Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown)

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