I'm 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 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 and
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
New York shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always have 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, he's your sweet taste
Then you got to split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't holler, darlin' don't you ball and shout
I'm feeling good, you know, we're gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just another time

I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man