Leatherman - Live in Atlanta, Georgia, 07-August-2000

I know 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 but, "Thanks for the bread"

So modern day I walk my way, my jacket faded
Just like a man of leather whom I may be related

Rolled a cigarette, but when he asked for a light
I thought he'd be an animal, but 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, he's Leatherman