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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 Beat up 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 with it 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 so fine Until tomorrow But that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man walking home That's all right haha