Jimmie Brown, the newsboy
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'm awful cold and hungry sir My clothes are torn and thin I wonder about from place to place My daily bread to win I sell the morning papers sir My name is Jimmie Brown Most everybody knows I am The newsboy of the town Never mind, sir, how I look Don't look at me and frown I sell the morning papers sir My name is Jimmie Brown My father was a drunkard sir I've heard my mother say And I am helping mother sir As I journey on my way * Refrain My mother always tells me sir I've nothing in the 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 papers sir My name is Jimmie Brown * Refrain