Songwriter: Stone Gossard Mike McCready Jeff Ament Eddie Vedder
Producer: Brendan O’Brien
I heard about a man to whom I may be related, he's Leatherman
Died a long time ago in the 1880sLeatherman, 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 much but "Thanks for the bread."
So modern day I walk round with my jacket faded
Just like a man of leather to whom I may be related
Rolled cigarette for which he'd ask for a light
I figured 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, Leatherman
Died a long time ago in the 1880sLeatherman, 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 much but "Thanks for the bread."
So modern day I walk round with my jacket faded
Just like a man of leather to whom I may be related
Rolled cigarette for which he'd ask for a light
I figured 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, Leatherman