Song | The King Of Oak Street |
Artist | Kenny Rogers |
Album | Very Best Of Kenny Rogers |
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 |