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 newsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
