Port OBrien - Fisherman's Son lyrics

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