Lyric 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 was 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.