Текст песни The King of Oak Street - Rerecorded - 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 crying women standing helpless in his door
With a 2-month-old baby 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 Streets castle down
And week long he has tried to call her, but she won't let him explain
Now Sunday morning finds him walking 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 his last dime
And he's still praying
That she won't hang up this time
And the sweetest voice he's ever heard says
"Hello, breakfasts almost ready baby, come on home"
" I've thought the whole thing over and think I
Understand, that the King of Oak Street is just an ordinary man".
I've thought the whole thing over
And think I understand, that the
King of Oak Street
Is just an ordinary
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