I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 1-2-5
So sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey white boy, what you doin' in town
Hey white boy, you chasin' all the women around
Oh pardon me, sir, it springs to my mind
I'm just looking for a good friendly behind
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Real shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you've always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
Dirty brown stone, up three flights of stairs
Nobody's tried to pin you, and nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Then you gotta split because you've got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby, don't you holler, honey, don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, I know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I feel oh so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just another time
I'm waiting for my man to walk me home