Leatherman - Pearl Jam

I know about a man to whom I may be related, he’s leatherman.

Died a long time ago in the 1880's…leatherman, leatherman.

Covered with leather, but it was 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.»

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.»