Lyrics:

I sell the morning papers sir, my name is Jimmy Brown
Everybody knows I am the?newsboy?of the town
You'd?a-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