I heard about a man to whom I may be related

He's 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

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, Leatherman, Leatherman."

Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed

Wasn't known to say much but "Thanks for the bread."

So modern day I walk 'round with my jacket faded

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

Rolled cigarette for which he'd ask for a light

I figured he'd be an animal, yet 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, Leatherman, Leatherman

Leatherman, 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