Pearl Jam - Leatherman

Leatherman

I know about a man to whom I may be related, hes leatherman.
Died a long time ago in the 1880s...leatherman, leatherman.
Covered with leather, but it wasnt tight.
Underneath the moon in the woods at night...
Makin the rounds ten miles a day,
Once a month theyd spot him, heres what theyd say...
"Here he comes, hes a man of the land.
Hes leatherman. Smile on his face, an axe in his pack.
Hes leatherman."
Comes out of the caves once a day to be fed.
Wasnt 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 hed be an animal, but so polite.
Makin the rounds ten miles a day.
Once a month theyd spot himand heres what theyd say...
"Here he comes, hes a man of the land, hes leatherman.
Smile on his face, an axe in his hand.
Hes leatherman."
Shake his hand hes leatherman.
Bake some bread hes leatherman.
Shame hes dead. I saw his bed,
Its all thats left of leatherman.
Gi have me some skin, leatherman.