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