I'm Waiting for the Man

Im waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to lexington, 125

Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive

Im waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin uptown?

Hey, white boy, you chasin our women around?

Oh pardon me sir, its the furthest from my mind

Im just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mine

Im waiting for my man

Here he comes, hes all dressed in black

Pr shoes and a big straw hat

Hes never early, hes always late

First thing you learn is you always gotta wait

Im waiting for my man

Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs

Everybodys pinned you, but nobody cares

Hes got the works, gives you sweet taste

Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste

Im waiting for my man

Baby dont you holler, darlin dont you bawl and shout

Im feeling good, you know Im gonna work it on out

Im feeling good, Im feeling oh so fine

Until tomorrow, but thats just some other time

Im waiting for my man