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I know about a man to whom I may be related, he's leatherman. |
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Died a long time ago in the 1880's...leatherman, leatherman. |
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Covered with leather, but it wasn't tight. |
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Underneath the moon in the woods at night... |
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Makin' the rounds ten miles a day, |
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Once a month they'd spot him, here's what they'd say... |
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"Here he comes, he's a man of the land. |
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He's leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in his pack. |
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He's leatherman." |
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Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed. |
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Wasn't known to say but "Thanks for the bread." |
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So modern day I walk my way, my jacket faded, |
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Just like a man of leather whom I may be related. |
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Rolled a cigarette, but when he asked for a light, |
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I thought he'd be an animal, but so polite. |
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Makin' the rounds ten miles a day. |
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Once a month they'd spot him and here's what they'd say... |
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"Here he comes, he's a man of the land, he's leatherman. |
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Smile on his face, an axe in his hand. |
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He's leatherman." |
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Shake his hand he's leatherman. |
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Bake some bread he's leatherman. |
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Shame he's dead. I saw his bed, |
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It's all that's left of leatherman. |
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Give me some skin, leatherman. |
