Im waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
Im waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, its the furthest from my mind
Im just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mine
Im waiting for my man

Here he comes, hes all dressed in black
Pr shoes and a big straw hat
Hes never early, hes always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
Im waiting for my man

Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybodys pinned you, but nobody cares
Hes got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
Im waiting for my man

Baby dont you holler, darlin dont you bawl and shout
Im feeling good, you know Im gonna work it on out
Im feeling good, Im feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but thats just some other time
Im waiting for my man

I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, One Two Five
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for the man

Hey white boy, what you doing uptown?
Hey white boy, you're chasing all the women around
Oh pardon me sir it's furthest from my mind
I'm just looking for a good friend of mine
I'm waiting for the man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes, and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you've always got to wait
I'm waiting for the man

Brown stone building and three flights of stairs
Nobody stops you 'cause nobody cares
He's got the works and he gives you sweet taste
But then you've got to split because you've got no time to waste
I'm waiting for the man

Baby don't you holler, darling don't you scream and shout
I'm feeling good, I'm going to work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just another time
I'm waiting for the man

I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars lying there in my hand
Up to Lexington, One Two Five five
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for the man

Intro: Band 8 Bars
I'm waitin' for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125, feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waitin' for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind, I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waitin' for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR 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
Ah, work it now
Guitar - 10 Bars

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Lookin' like everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste, ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waitin' for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feelin' good, y'know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' so fine, until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waitin' for my man
Walk it home
Guitar - 20 Bars - Fade

(That's alright)
<Laughter>

I'm waiting for my man
Got 26 dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
feelin' sick and dirty
for a day and a life
Huh, I'm waiting for my man

Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown
Hey white boy, you chasin' my women around
Pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind
I'm just waitin' for a dear-dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man, come on

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR 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 waiting for my man

Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you and nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Hey baby, don't you holler, don't you ball and shout
I'm feeling good, I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, feeling so fine
until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
man-man-man-man-man-man-man

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 you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man