I sell the morning papers sir, my name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town You can hear me yelling Morning Star running along the street Got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet Never mind sir how I look don't look at me and frown Sell the morning papers sir my name is Jimmy Brown I'm awful cold and hungry sir my clothes is mighty thin I wander about from place to place my daily bread to win My father died 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, nothing in the world to lose I'll get a place in heaven sir to sell the gospel news I sell the morning papers sir my name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town You can hear me yelling Morning Star running along the street Got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
