I SELL THE MORNING
PAPER SIR
MY NAME IS
JIMMY BROWN
EVERYBODY
KNOWS I AM
THE NEWSBOY OF
THE TOWN
YOU CAN HEAR ME
YELLING MORNING STAR
RUNNIN' ALONG
THE STREET
I HAVE NO
HAT UP ON MY HEAD
NO SHOES
UPON MY FEET
I'M AWFUL COLD
AND HUNGRY SIR
MY CLOTHES ARE
WORN AND THIN
I WANDER BOUT
FROM PLACE TO PLACE
MY DAILY BREAD TO WIN
NEVER MIND
SIR HOW I LOOK
DON'T LOOK AT ME
AND FROWN
I SELL THE MORNING
PAPERS SIR
MY NAME IS
JIMMY BROWN
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
I'VE NOTHING IN
THIS WORLD TO LOSE
I'LL GET A PLACE
IN HEAVEN SIR
TO SELL THE
GOSPEL NEWS