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" up and down the street.
Got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet.

Never mind, sir, how I live. All 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 about from place to place my daily bread to win.

My Daddy died a drunkard, sir, I heard my mother say;
And I am helping mother, sir, to steer me on my way.
Mama always tells me, "There's nothing in the world to lose."
I'll get a job in Heaven, Sir, and sell the Gospel News.

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DAMMIT, I see this happen every time someone asks for song lyrics. You give him a whole lot of history, Bull shit anecdotes, etc., WHY DON'T YOU JUST WRITE DOWN THE LYRICS, LIKE THE PERSON ASKED FOR, AND, KNOCK OFF THE CRAP, unless the person asks for it.

See, I really can be cranky if the situation calls for it. (Serious frown) Jody Gibson.