I'm Waiting for the Man - Live at the Bottom Line, New York, NY - May 1978

I'm waiting for my man
 Got 26 dollars in my hand
 Up to Lexington, 125
 Feelin' sick and dirty
 I'm, I'm waiting for my man
 Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown?
 Hey white boy, you chasin' my women around
 Pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind
 I'm just waitin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
 I'm waiting for my man
 Come on now
 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 gotta wait
 I'm waiting for my man
 Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
 Everybody's pinned you and nobody cares
 He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
 Then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
 I'm waiting for my man
 Hey baby, don't you holler, don't you ball and shout
 I'm feeling good, I'm gonna work it on out
 I'm feeling good, feeling so fine
 'Til tomorrow but that's just some other time
 I'm waiting for my man
 I'm waiting for my man
 I'm waiting for my man
 Man, man, man, man, man, man, man