Everybody knows that I'm the 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 paper 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 am 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 News