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