The King of Oak Street
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Like a leaf caught in the wind he drifted a while
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With no purpose or direction to his life
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He tried to get himself together and pacify his mind
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And forget about the things he left behind.
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A cryin' woman he left standing in his door
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With a two- month- old baby in her arms
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His little black book he left torn upon the floor
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God only knows he never meant to do her wrong.
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A careless weekend on the other side of town
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Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle down
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And all week long he's tried to phone her but she won't let him explain
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Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain.
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He sits now in a phone booth and he prays
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That she'll forgive him and she'll believe he's changed his ways
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With shaking hands he deposits his last dime
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And he's still praying that she won't hang up this time.
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Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says ¡°hello¡±
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Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home
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I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
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That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man.
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I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
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That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man.
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The king of Oak Street
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| Kenny Rogers |
