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Jimmie Brown the News Boy Ė Flatt and Scruggs - 50 bpm


I
C
sell the morning

paper, sir, my

name is Jimmie
G
Brown.

G
Every-body

knows Iím the

newsboy of the
C
town.

You can
C
hear me holler "

Morning Star"

running along the
G
street.

I
G
got no hat

upon my head, nor

shoes upon my
C
feet.


C
Never mind, sir,

how I look, don't you

look at me and
G
frown.

I
G
sell the morning

paper sir, my

name is Jimmie
C
Brown.

Well I'm
C
awful pour and

hungry sir, my

clothes is mighty
G
thin

I
G
wander about from

place to place, my

daily bread to
C
win,


My
C
father died a

drunkard sir, I've

heard my mother
G
say.

Iím
G
helping dear

mother, as I

journey on my
C
way.

My
C
mother always

tells me sir, I've

nothin' in the world to
G
lose.

I'll
G
get a place in

Heaven sir, to

sell the Gospel
C
News.

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