Jimmy Brown The Newsboy

He sells the morning papers his name is Jimmy Brown

Everybody knows that he's the newsboy of the town

You could hear me yelling Morning Star run along the street

Got no hat upon his head no shoes upon his feet

Never mind sir how he looks don't look at him and frown

He sells the morning papers his name is Jimmy Brown

He's awful cold and hungry his clothes are mighty thin

He wanders round from place to place his daily bread to win

His father died a drunkard I've heard his mother say

Now he helps his mother as he journeys on his way

His mother always tells me he's nothing in the world to lose

He'll get a place in heaven to sell the Gospel News

He sells the morning papers his name is Jimmy Brown

Everybody knows that he's the newsboy of the town