Letra de Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning papers sir, My name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that I'm a newsboy of the townYou will hear me yelling morning star As I run along the street I have no hat upon my head, No shoes upon my feetNever mind sir how I look Don't look at me and frown I sell the morning papers sir My name is Jimmy BrownI'm awful cold and hungry sir My clothes are torn and thin I wander 'bout from place to place My daily bread to winMy father died a drunkard sir I've heard my mother say I'm helping mother sir As I journey on my wayMy 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 news