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D G D G
D G D G
I'm waitin' for my man
D G D G
26 dollars in my hand
D F# G A
Up to Lexington, 125, feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
D G D G
I'm waitin' for my man
Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind,
I'm just lookin' for a dear dear friend of mine
I'm waitin' for my man
Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you (?) but nobody cares
He's got the works, here's your sweet taste
Ah then you got to split cause you got no time to waste
I'm waitin for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feelin good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feelin good, I feel oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just another time
I'm waitin for my man
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