Waiting for the Man

I'm waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington, 1-2-5

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 chase our women around?

Pardon me sir, to further from my mind

I was looking for a dear, dear friend of mine

I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black

Bare shoes and a big straw hat

He's never early, he's always late

First thing he learn, he's always gone away

I'm waiting for my man

Up to the brownstone, up three flights of stairs

Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares

He's got the words, gives you three days

Then he's gotta split because he's got no time to waste

I'm waiting for my man

Hey don't you holler, darlin', don't bark, shout

I'm feelin' good, you know I'll work it all out

I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' so fine

Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time

I'm waiting for my man

I'm walking home