Waiting for the Man (Live)

I'm waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to lexington 1-2-5

So 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 springs to my mind

I'm just looking for a good friendly behinde

I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes hes all dressed in black

Real shoes and a big straw hat

Hes never early hes always late

First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait

I'm waiting for my man

Dirty brownstone up three flights of stairs

Nobodys tried to pinn you but nobody cares

Hes got the works gives you sweet taste

Then you gotta split because hes got no time to waste

I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler honey don't you ball and shout

I'm feeling good I know I'm gonna work it on out

I'm feeling good I'm feel oh so fine

Until tomorrow but thats just another time

I'm waiting for my man

To welcomeing home