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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

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