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  • I know about a man to whom I may be related, he's leatherman.
    Died a long time ago in the 1880's...leatherman, leatherman.
    Covered with leather, but it wasn't tight.
    Underneath the moon in the woods at night...
    Makin' the rounds ten miles a day,
    Once a month they'd spot him, here's what they'd say...
    "Here he comes, he's a man of the land.
    He's leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in his pack.
    He's leatherman."
    Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed.
    Wasn't known to say but "Thanks for the bread."
    So modern day I walk my way, my jacket faded,
    Just like a man of leather whom I may be related.
    Rolled a cigarette, but when he asked for a light,
    I thought he'd be an animal, but so polite.
    Makin' the rounds ten miles a day.
    Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say...
    "Here he comes, he's a man of the land, he's leatherman.
    Smile on his face, an axe in his hand.
    He's leatherman."
    Shake his hand he's leatherman.
    Bake some bread he's leatherman.
    Shame he's dead. I saw his bed,
    It's all that's left of leatherman.
    Give me some skin, leatherman.
  • I know about a man to whom I may be related, he's leatherman.
    Died a long time ago in the 1880's...leatherman, leatherman.
    Covered with leather, but it wasn't tight.
    Underneath the moon in the woods at night...
    Makin' the rounds ten miles a day,
    Once a month they'd spot him, here's what they'd say...
    "Here he comes, he's a man of the land.
    He's leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in his pack.
    He's leatherman."
    Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed.
    Wasn't known to say but "Thanks for the bread."
    So modern day I walk my way, my jacket faded,
    Just like a man of leather whom I may be related.
    Rolled a cigarette, but when he asked for a light,
    I thought he'd be an animal, but so polite.
    Makin' the rounds ten miles a day.
    Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say...
    "Here he comes, he's a man of the land, he's leatherman.
    Smile on his face, an axe in his hand.
    He's leatherman."
    Shake his hand he's leatherman.
    Bake some bread he's leatherman.
    Shame he's dead. I saw his bed,
    It's all that's left of leatherman.
    Give me some skin, leatherman.