I'm waitin' for my man
Got twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125, feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waitin' for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned, and nobody cares
Pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just waiting for a dear dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man (waiting, waiting for my man)
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waitin' for my man
Hey Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, but gonna work it all out
I'm feeling good, feeling so fine
Until tomorrow, it's just another time
I'm waiting for my man