I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town
You can hear me yelling, „Morning Star”, as I run along the street I've got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town
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'm awful cold and hungry, sir, my clothes are mighty thin I wander 'bout from place to place, my daily bread to win
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the town
My father was a drunkard, sir, I've heard my mother say And I am helping my mother, sir, as I journey on my way My mother always tells me, sir, I've nothing in the world to do I'll get a place in Heaven, sir, selling the gospel news
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that I'm the newsboy of the townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
