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I know about a man to whom I may be related, hes leatherman.
Died a long time ago in the 1880s...leatherman, leatherman.
Covered with leather, but it wasnt tight.
Underneath the moon in the woods at night...

Makin the rounds ten miles a day,
Once a month theyd spot him, heres what theyd say...
"Here he comes, hes a man of the land.
Hes leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in his pack.
Hes leatherman."

Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed.
Wasnt 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 hed be an animal, but so polite.

Makin the rounds ten miles a day.
Once a month theyd spot him and heres what theyd say...
"Here he comes, hes a man of the land, hes leatherman.
Smile on his face, an axe in his hand.
Hes leatherman."

Shake his hand hes leatherman.
Bake some bread hes leatherman.
Shame hes dead. I saw his bed,
Its all thats left of leatherman.

Give me some skin, leatherman.