Waiting For the Man

I am waiting for the man 26 dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for the man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black New York shoes and a big straws hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for the man Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, to gives you sweet taste Aw, then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for the man Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, 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 the man I'm waiting for the man I'm waiting for the man I'm waiting for the man I'm waiting for the man