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