Waiting For The Man Lyrics

Waiting For The Man lyrics

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