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

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'm awful cold and hungry sir
My clothes are worn and thin
I wander about from place to place
My daily bread to win

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

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

Never mind sir how I look
Don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers sir
My name is Jimmy Brown