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 andyou konw 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