I'm Waiting For The Man [Album Version (Stereo)]

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're doin' uptown

Hey white boy, you chase no women around？

Whoop on me, sir it's the furthest from my mind

I'm just looking for two different of mine

I'm waiting for my man

Here, he comes, he's all dressed in black

Here're your shoes and a big straw hat

He's never early, he's always late

First thing you learn is that you're always part of waiting

I'm waiting for my man

I'm working at it

Up to a brownstone, three flights of stairs

In a party anybody's pinned you, but nobody cares

He's got the works, here's your sweet taste

Or then you gotta spit because you got no time waiting

I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout

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

I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine

And till tomorrow that is some other time

I'm waiting for my man

Walk it home