Letras
I sell the morning papers, 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 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
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