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Fisherman's Son

Dm (xx0231@1)               AmI'm (x02210@1)doing fine in Alaska
Dm (xx0231@1)             AmI (x02210@1)don't mind the storms
Dm (xx0231@1)                  AmLet (x02210@1)all the wind come towards me
Dm (xx0231@1)                  AmLet (x02210@1)the diesel engine roar
    Dm (xx0231@1)               AmAnd (x02210@1)I don't know why I came here
Dm (xx0231@1)                           AmWas (x02210@1)it because I was born this way
   Dm (xx0231@1)                     AmOr (x02210@1)have I just learned to accept it
Dm (xx0231@1)                  AmLike (x02210@1)I do every other day

   Am (x02210@1)        Asus4 (x02230@1)name="chord_320003@1">G
Oh whatever is the   cause
       Am (x02210@1)    Asus4 (x02230@1)name="chord_320003@1">G
I will find another  job
        Am (x02210@1)        Asus4 (x02230@1)name="chord_320003@1">G   AmAnd (x02210@1)Ill stay untill I'm   far away
        Am (x02210@1)         Asus4 (x02230@1)name="chord_320003@1">G
This is not what I'm here  for
      Am (x02210@1)         Asus4 (x02230@1)GI (320003@1)was made to live in  -  doors
           Am (x02210@1)        Asus4 (x02230@1)G (320003@1)        AmAnd (x02210@1)I will weather out this   storm till then
      Dm (xx0231@1)               Am (x02210@1)But I hear it scream out loud
     Dm (xx0231@1)           AmOver (x02210@1)everything somehow
        Dm (xx0231@1)           AmSaying (x02210@1)"Hey boy listen up
         G (320003@1)      CYou're (x32010@1)a liar and you 
      G (320003@1)        FAre (133211@1)a fishermans son
C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)    FThat (133211@1)is what you'll become
C (x32010@1)       G (320003@1)        FYou (133211@1)are a fishermans son
C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)    F (133211@1) 
That is what you'll become

G Am

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

G Am
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