Port O'Brien Follow

I'm doing fine in Alaska
I don't mind the storm
Let all the wind come towards 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
Or 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 then
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 song
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 OK 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'm here
I have some liquor and some beer
And I wait for another year to come
And I will fall into the path
With the devil on my back
And I will take another crack at this
But I can never win
No my blood is just too thin
And my eyes all they crave is reflection

Because I am a fisherman's son
That is what I'll become
I am a fisherman's son
That is what I'll become