Fisherman's Son I'm doing fine in Alaska I don't mind the storms Let all the wind come towards me Let the diesel engine roar And I don't know why I came here Was it because I was born this way Or have I just learned to accept it Like I do every other day Oh whatever is the cause I will find another job And Ill stay untill I'm far away This is not what I'm here for I was made to live in - doors And I will weather out this storm till then But I hear it scream out loud Over everything somehow Saying "Hey boy listen up You're a liar and you Are a fishermans son That is what you'll become You are a fishermans son That is what you'll become Im doing fine in the city I dont miss the stars And I have all my needs here with me And I don't adventure far And Im doing ok for a young man And Ive got a place to stay And I dont go out come night time No matter what my friends here say Oh while I am here I'll have some liquor and some beer And I'll wait for another year to come And I will fall into the pack With the devil on my back And I will take another crack at this Oh but I can never win No my blood is just too thin And my eyes all they crave is reflection Cause I am a fishermans son That is what Ill become I am a fishermans son That is what I'll become