I’m Waiting For The Man

I’m Waiting For The Man

I’m waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington, 125

Feeling sick and dirty, more dead than alive

I’m waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin’ uptown?

Hey, white boy, you chasin’ our women around?

Oh pardon me sir, it’s the furthest from my mind

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

I’m waiting for my man

Here he comes, he’s all dressed in black

PR shoes and a big straw hat

He’s never early, he’s always late

First thing you learn is you always gotta wait

I’m waiting for my man

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs

Everybody’s pinned you, but nobody cares

He’s got the works, gives you sweet taste

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

I’m waiting for my man

Baby don’t you holler, darlin’ don’t you bawl and shout

I’m feeling good, you know I’m gonna work it on out

I’m feeling good, I’m feeling oh so fine

Until tomorrow, but that’s just some other time

I’m waiting for my man