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
The cryin' woman Standing helpless in his door With a two month old baby-why in her arms His little black book Laying torn up on 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 ca-all her 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 believe he's changed his ways With shaking hand He deposits hi-is last dime And he's still praying that she won't hang you-up this time
Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says hello Breakfast's a-almost ready baby-why, 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
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