The King of Oak Street 歌詞
The King of Oak Street - Kenny Rogers (肯尼·羅傑斯)
Written by：Harvey Alex
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 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 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
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