King of Oak Street

Like a leaf caught in the wind
He drifted a while
With no purpose or direction to 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-why 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 ca-all her
But she won't let him explain
Now Sunday morning finds him walking i-in the rain

He sits 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 deposits hi-is last dime
And he's still praying that she won't hang you-up this time

Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says hello
Breakfast's a-almost ready baby-why, 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-I've thought the whole thing over
And I think I understand
That the King of Oak Street is just an ordinary man...