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Original
Lyrics
I'm Waiting for the Man
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 1-2-5
Feeling 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 far 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 that you always have to 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
Then you gotta split because he's got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't holler, darlin' don't you ball 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. |
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