Paroles de Jimmy Brown The Newsboy

He sells the morning papers his name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that he's the newsboy of the town You could hear me yelling Morning Star run along the street Got no hat upon his head no shoes upon his feet [ ac.guitar ] Never mind sir how he looks don't look at him and frown He sells the morning papers his name is Jimmy Brown He's awful cold and hungry his clothes are mighty thin He wanders round from place to place his daily bread to win [ dobro ] His father died a drunkard I've heard his mother say Now he helps his mother as he journeys on his way His mother always tells me he's nothing in the world to lose He'll get a place in heaven to sell the Gospel News [ ac.guitar ] He sells the morning papers his name is Jimmy Brown Everybody knows that he's the newsboy of the town