Leatherman

I read about a man to whom I may be related

Leatherman

Died a long time ago, in the 1880s

Leatherman, Leatherman

Covered with leather but it wasn't tight

Underneath the moon in the woods at night

Making the rounds, ten miles a day

Once a month they spot him

Here's what they say:

"Here he comes, he's a man of the land

He's Leatherman

Smile on his face

Axe in his pack

He's Leatherman, Leatherman, Leatherman."

Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed

He wasn't known to say much

But, "Thanks for the bread."

So modern day I walk my way, my jacket faded

Just like a man of leather to whom I may be related

Rolled a cigarette for which he asked for a light

Appeared to be an animal, yet so polite

Making the rounds, ten miles a day

Once a month they spot him

Here's what they say:

"Here he comes, he's a man of the land

He's Leatherman

Smile on his face

Axe in his pack

He's Leatherman, Leatherman, Leatherman

He's Leatherman, Leatherman."

Shakes his head, 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

Leatherman

Give me some skin, Leatherman.