I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Jimmy Brown Most everybody knows I am the newsboy of the town You'll 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 torn 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 paper, sir My name is Jimmy Brown I sell the morning paper 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' So, never mind, sir, how I look Don't look at me and frown I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Jimmy Brown I sell the morning paper Sir, my name is Jimmy Brown (Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown, Jimmy Brown)