Tytuł: Leatherman

• Wykonawca: Pearl Jam
• Wyświetleń: 240

  
   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."
  
  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.