Waiting for the Man

                                  I'm waiting for my man

26 dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington 125

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 chasing our women around

Oh, pardon me, sir, it's 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

P.R. shoes and and big straw hat

He's never early, he's always late

First thing you learn is that 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

Then you gotta split

Because you've got no time to waste, ah

I'm waiting for my man



Baby, don't you holler

Darling don't you bawl and shout

I'm feeling so good

I'm gonna work it all 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

I'm waiting for my man

I'm waiting for my man

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