The 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'd left behind
 A cryin' woman
 He left standing at his door
 With a two month old baby in her arms
 His little black book he left torn up on the floor
 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 phone her
 But she won't let him explain
 Now Sunday morning
 Finds him walking 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 hands
 He deposits 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