Like a leaf caught in the wind

He drifted a while

With no purpose or direction to-oo his life

He tried to get himself together-er-er

And pacify his mind

And forget about the things he le-eft behind



The cryin' woman

Standing helpless in his door-oor

With a two month old baby-y i-in her arms

His little black book

Laying torn up on the floor

And God only knows he never meant to do-oo her wrong



A careless weekend on the other si-ide of town

Has torn the King of Oak Street's Castle dow-ow-own

And all week long he's trie-ied to ca-all her-er-er

But she won't let him explain

Now Sunday morning finds him walking i-in the rain



He sits down in a phone booth and he prays

That she'll forgive him

And she'll belie-ieve he's changed his ways

With shaking hand

He deposits hi-is last dime

And he's still praying that she won't hang u-up this ti-ime



Then the sweetest voice he's ever hear-eard says hello-o-o

Breakfast's a-almost ready ba-aby-y, come on ho-o-ome

I've thought the who-ole thing over

And I think I understand

That the King of Oak Street is just an ordinary man



I-I've thought the who-ole thing o-over-er

And I think I understand

That the King of Oak Stree-eet is just an ordinary man...