Leatherman

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I read about a man to whom I        Riff 1
may be related, he's leatherman.    Riff 1
Died a long time ago in the 18         Riff 1
80's...leatherman, leatherman.        Riff 1

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Covered with leather, but it was 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.  He's
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leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in
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his pack.  He's leatherman, leatherman, 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 much but "Thanks for the bread."

So modern day I walk with my              Riff 1
jacket faded,  just like the man of          Riff 1
leather whom I may be related              Riff 1
Riff 1 (by itself once)

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Rolled a cigarette, but when he asked for a light,
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Appeared to be an animal, yet 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,
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he's leatherman, smile on his face,  axe in
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his hand,  he's leatherman, leatherman, leatherman."
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.....................................leatherman, 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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Leatherman............
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Give me some skin, leatherman