Fisherman's Son

I'm doing fine in Alaska
 I don't mind the storms
 When all the wind contorts me
 Let the diesel engine roar
 But 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 I will stay until I'm far away
 This is not what I'm here for
 I was made to live indoors
 And I will weather out this storm from them
 But I hear it screaming loud
 Over everything somehow
 Saying, "Hey boy. Listen up. You're a liar."
 And you are a fisherman's son
 And that is what you'll become
 You are a fisherman's son
 That is what you'll become
 I'm doing fine in the city
 I don't miss the stars
 And I have all my needs here with me
 And I don't adventure far
 And I'm doing okay for a young man
 I've got a place to stay
 But I don't go out come night time
 No matter what my friends here say
 All the 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 could never win
 No, my blood is just too thin
 And my eyes, all they crave is affection
 Cause I am a fisherman's son
 That is what I'll become
 I am a fisherman's son
 That is what I'll become