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