Roger Miller - Jimmy Brown The Newsboy Lyrics
I sell the morning papers sir,My name is jimmy brownEverybody knows that i|m a newsboy of the townYou will hear me yelling morning starAs I run along the streetI have no hat upon my head,No shoes upon my feetNever mind sir how I lookDont look at me and frownI sell the morning papers sirMy name is jimmy brownIm awful cold and hungry sirMy clothes are torn and thinI wander bout from place to placeMy daily bread to winMy father died a drunkard sirIve heard my mother sayIm helping mother sirAs I journey on my wayMy mother always tells me sirTheres nothing in the world to loseIll get a place in heaven sirTo sell the gospel news