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