The King Of Oak Street Lyrics

	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
	A cryin' woman standing in his door
	With a two month old baby in her arms
	His little black book he left torn upon 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 phone her but she won't let him explain
	Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain
	He sits now 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, â€½Hello
	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 manâ€
	â€½I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
	That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary manâ€

	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
	A cryin' woman standing in his door
	With a two month old baby in her arms
	His little black book he left torn upon 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 phone her but she won' t let him explain
	Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain
	He sits now 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

	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
	A cryin' woman standing in his door
	With a two month old baby in her arms
	His little black book he left torn upon 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 phone her but she won' t let him explain
	Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain
	He sits now 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

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