Standard (EADGBE)
I'm doing fine in Alaska
I don't mind the storms
Let all the wind come towards me
Let the diesel engine roar
And 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 Ill stay untill I'm far away
This is not what I'm here for
I was made to live in - doors
And I will weather out this storm till then
But I hear it scream out loud
Over everything somehow
Saying "Hey boy listen up
You're a liar and you
Are a fishermans son
That is what you'll become
You are a fishermans son
That is what you'll become
Im doing fine in the city
I dont miss the stars
And I have all my needs here with me
And I don't adventure far
And Im doing ok for a young man
And Ive got a place to stay
And I dont go out come night time
No matter what my friends here say
Oh 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 can never win
No my blood is just too thin
And my eyes all they crave is reflection
Cause I am a fishermans son
That is what Ill become
I am a fishermans son
That is what I'll become