I sell the morning paper sir, my name is Jimmie Brown,
Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town.
You can hear me yelling "Morning Star", up and down the street,
I've got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet.
Never mind sir how I look, don't look at me and frown,
I sell the morning paper sir, my name is Jimmie Brown.
I'm awful cold and hungry sir, my clothes are worn and thin,
I wander 'bout from place to place, my daily bread to win.
My father died a drunkard sir, I heard my mother say,
I am helping mother as I journey on my way.
My mother always told me sir, I've nothing in the world to lose,
I'll get a place in heaven to sell the gospel news.
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