I'm Waiting For The Man (Live)

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 with it

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 so fine

Until tomorrow

But that's just some other time

I'm waiting for my man walking home

That's all right haha