I sell the morning paper sir My name is Jimmie Brown Everybody knows me I'm 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
Never mind sir how I look Don't swear 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 mighty thin Wander about from place to place My daily bread to win
My father was 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
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