Jimmy Brown the Newsboy A.P.Carter F 1. You will hear me yelling "Morning Star" as I 2. Never mind, sir, how I look, Don't 3. Mother always tells me sir, I've C7 run along the street; I have no hat upon my head, No look at me and frown; I sell the morning papers sir, My nothin' in the world to lose; I'll get aplace in Heaven sir, To F shoes upon my feet. I'm awful cold and hungry sir, My name is Jimmie Brown. My father was a drunkard sir, I've sell the Gospel News. So, never mind, sir how I look, Don't C7 clothes are torn and thin; I wander about from heard my mother say; And I am helping look at me and frown; I sell the morning F place to place, my daily bread to win, mother, sir, as I journey on my way. papers, sir, my name is Jimmie Brown. chorus: F C7 I sell the morning papers, sir, My name is Jimmie Brown; Most F every-body knows I am the Newsboy of the town.