I sell the morning papers sir,
My name is jimmy brown
Everybody knows that i|'m a 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

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'm awful cold and hungry sir
My clothes are torn and thin
I wander 'bout from place to place
My daily bread to win

My father died a drunkard sir
I've heard my mother say
I'm helping mother sir
As I journey on my way

My mother always tells me sir
There's nothing in the world to lose
I'll get a place in heaven sir
To sell the gospel news

• Can't Stop Loving You
• I Aint Never
• I Wish I Could Fall in Love Today
• Jimmy Brown The Newsboy
• Pillow
• Playboy
• Poor Little John
• Tips of My Fingers
• Under Your Spell Again
• You're Forgetting Me