Вершы: Port O'Brien. All We Could Do Was Sing. 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

(Grazie a Cristina per questo testo)