I sell the morning paper, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
Everybody knows I am the newsboy of the town

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 have no hat upon my head
No shoes upon my feet

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

Never mind, sir, how I look
Don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning papers, 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 papers, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning papers, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown (Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown)

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): A.P. Carter