I'm Waiting for My Man

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

White boy, what you doing uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasing our women around?
Oh pardon me sir
It's the furthest from my mind
I'm just looking 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 that
You always gotta wait i'm waiting for my man

Up to a brownstone
Up three flights of stairs
Everybody-body's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Aw, then 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 on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow
But that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

Walk me home, ah, that's all right