Lyrics:

I sell the morning paper
Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
Most everybody knows
I am the newsboy of the town

You can hear me yelling 'Morning Star'
Walking on the street
Got no hat upon my head
No shoes upon my feet


I'm very cold and hungry
Sir, my clothes are worn and thin
I wander about from place to place
My daily bread I win
Don't never mind
Sir, how I look, don't swear at me or frown
I sell the morning paper
Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
My Father died a drunkard
Sir, I've heard my Mother say
I am helping Mother
Sir, as I journey on my way


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