Текст и слова песни Roger Miller – Jimmy Brown The Newsboy
I sell the morning papers sir,
My name is jimmy brown
Everybody knows that I|'m a newsboy of the town
You will hear me yelling ";morning star";
As I run along the street
I have no hat upon my head,
No shoes upon my feet
Never mind sir how I look
Don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers sir
My name is jimmy brown
I'm awful cold and hungry sir
My clothes are torn and thin
I wander 'bout from place to place
My daily bread to win
My father died a drunkard sir
I've heard my mother say
I'm helping mother sir
As i journey on my way
My name is jimmy brown
Everybody knows that I|'m a newsboy of the town
You will hear me yelling ";morning star";
As I run along the street
I have no hat upon my head,
No shoes upon my feet
Never mind sir how I look
Don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers sir
My name is jimmy brown
I'm awful cold and hungry sir
My clothes are torn and thin
I wander 'bout from place to place
My daily bread to win
My father died a drunkard sir
I've heard my mother say
I'm helping mother sir
As i journey on my way
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