Jimmy Brown the Newsboy F

I sell the morning paper, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown,
Everybody knows that I'm,
The Newsboy of the town.
You'll hear me yelling "Morning Star",
Hurryin' along the street,
Got no hat upon my head,
No shoes upon my feet.
I'm awful cold and hungry, sir,
My clothes are mighty 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,
And I am helping Mother, sir,
As I journey on my way.
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.