Intro 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