Jimmy Brown The Newsboy by A.P. Carter

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I sell the morning paper sir
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My name is Jimmy Brown

Everybody knows I am
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The Newsboy of the town

You will hear me yelling Morning Star
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As I run along the street

I have no hat up on my head
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No shoes upon my feet

Never mind sir how I look
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Don’t look at me and frown

I sell the morning papers sir
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My name is Jimmy Brown

I’m awful cold and hungry sir
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My clothes are worn and thin

I wander about from place to place
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My daily bread to win

My Father died a drunkard sir
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I’ve heard my Mother say

And I am helping Mother sir
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As I journey on my way

Mother always tells me sir
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I’ve nothing in this world to lose

I’ll get a place in Heaven sir
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To sell the Gospel News

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