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 […]
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