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