Waiting for the 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
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
Beat up 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