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The King Of Oak Street

Höfundur lags: Alex Harvey Flytjandi: Kenny Rogers Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]Like a leaf caught in [F]the wind he drifted a [C]while
With no purpose or di[F]rection to his [C]life
He tried to [F]get himself to[G7]gether
[C]And pacify his [F]mind
And for[C]get about the [G7]things he left be[C]hind

A crying [G7]woman he left standing in his [C]door
With a [Am]two month old [G7]baby in her [C]arms
His little black [G7]book he left torn upon the [C]floor
God only [Am]knows he never [F]meant to do her [G7]wrong

[C]A careless weekend on the [F]other side of [C]town
Has torn the king of [F]Oak Street's Castle [C]down
And all week [F]long he's tried to[G7] phone her
[C]But she won't let him [F]explain
Now [C]Sunday morning finds him [G7]walking in the [C]rain

He sits [G7]down in a phone booth and he [C]prays
That she'll [Am]forgive him and [G7]she'll believe he's changed his [C]ways
With shaking [G7]hands he deposits his last [C]dime
And he's still [Am]praying that she [F]won't hang up this [G7]time   

[C]Then the sweetest voice he's [F]ever heard says [C]hello
Breakfast's almost [F]ready baby come on [C]home
I've [F]thought the whole thing[G7] over
[C]And I think I under[F]stand
That [C]the king of Oak Street is [G7]just an ordinary [C]man  

I've [F]thought the whole thing [G7]over   
[C]And I think I under[F]stand
That the [C]king of Oak Street is [G7]just an ordinary [C]man  


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 woman he left standing in his door
With a two month old baby in her arms
His little black book he left torn upon the floor
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 phone 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 hands 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

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