Waiting For The Man

Intro:


I m waitin for my man

26 dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington, 125, feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive


I m waitin 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 last thing on my mind

I m just lookin for a very dear friend of mine


I m waiting for my man


Here he comes, he s all dressed in black

In PR shoes and a big straw hat

He s never early, he s always late

First thing you learn is, oh, baby, you always gotta wait


I m waiting for my man


Up to Brownstone ville, up three flights of stairs

Everybody s pinned you, but nobody cares

He s got the works, gives you up sweet taste

And he s 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