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You're with me, Leatherman

Songbird

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This is an off-shoot to the Bob Uecker stalker story. John Cusack apparently has one, too. Her name is Emily Leatherman.

Is it possible, keeping in mind the great Chris Berman legend, that Cusack approached this woman one day many years ago and said, "You're with me, Leatherman," and she took it seriously?

http://www.tmz.com/2006/06/26/john-cusack-wants-a-restraining-order/

And if your last name has a "U" and "C" and "K" in it, you're going to get stalkers.
 
Phew. I have a C and K, but am missing the U.

Had me scared for a minute there, Songbird.
 
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.
 
"I got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bench like U" [/marilynmanson]
 
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,
Appeared to be an animal, yet 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

What Otis starts, let me finish...
 

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