I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, one to five
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 spins 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
Two brown stones, 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 hold it, darling don't you call and shout
I'm feeling good and 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