Kenny Rogers - The King of Oak Street lyrics

Like a leaf caught in the
Wind he drifted a while
With no purpose or direction too his life
He tried to get himself together
And pacify his mind
And forget about the things he left behind

The cryin' woman standing helpless
In his door
With a two month old baby in her arms
His little black book laying torn
Up on the floor and God only knows he never
Meant to do her wrong

A careless weekend on the other side of town
Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle down
And all week long he's tried to call
Her but she won't let him explain
Now Sunday morning finds him
Walking in the rain

He sit's down in a phone booth and he prays
That she'll forgive him and she'll
Believe he's changed his ways
With shaking hand he deposit's his last dime
And he's still praying that she
Won't hang up this time

Then the sweetest voice he's
Ever heard says hello
Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home
I've thought the whole thing over
And I think I understand
That the king of Oak Street
Is just an ordinary man

I've thought the whole thing over
And I think I understand
That the king of Oak Street
Is just an ordinary man