I'm Waiting For The Man

I'm waiting for my man

Got twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington, one-two-five

Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive

I'm waiting for my man

Hey white boy, what you doing uptown?

Hey white boy, you're chasin' all women around

Oh pardon me sir, the furthest from my mind

I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine

I'm waitin' for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black

P.R. shoes and a big straw hat

He's never early, he's always late

First thing you learn is that you've always gotta wait

I'm waiting for my man

Up the brownstone, up three flights of stairs

Everybody's pinning you, but nobody cares

He got the works, give you sweet taste

Darling, you gotta split because you got no time to waste

I'm waiting for my man

Baby, don't you holler

Darling, don't you bawl and shout

I'm feeling good

You know I'm gonna work it all out

I'm feeling good

I'm feeling oh so fine

Until tomorrow, oh, that's just some other time

I'm waitin' for my man

Walkin' home

I'm waitin' for my man

I'm waitin' for my man