Jimmie Brown the News Boy Ė Flatt and Scruggs

 

I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmie Brown.

Every-body knows Iím the newsboy of the town.

You can hear me holler "Morning Star" running along the street.

I got no hat upon my head, nor shoes upon my feet.

 

Never mind, sir, how I look, don't you look at me and frown.†††

I sell the morning paper sir, my name is Jimmie Brown.††

Well I'm awful pour and hungry sir, my clothes is mighty thin

I wander about from place to place, my daily bread to win,

 

My father died a drunkard sir, I've heard my mother say.

Iím helping dear mother, as I journey on my way.

My mother always tells me sir, I've nothin' in the world to lose.

I'll get a place in Heaven sir, to sell the Gospel News.††

 

I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmie Brown.

Every-body knows Iím the newsboy of the town.

You can hear me holler "Morning Star" running along the street.

I got no hat upon my head, nor shoes upon my feet.

 

 

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