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