The King of Oak Street - Kenny Rogers, The First Edition

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 manâ€

‽I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand

That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary manâ€