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Jimmy Brown The Newsboy - Mac Wiseman
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 up on my head
No shoes upon my feet
I have no hat up on my head
No shoes upon my feet
I'm awful cold and hungry sir
My clothes are worn and thin
I wander about 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