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