This song i wrote,i call it "SOME MOTHERS SON"

I HAVE FISHED OFF THE GRAND BANKS
AND SEEN THE WHALES SPOUT
BUT THE FISH HAVE ALL GONE
LIKE THE TIDES THAT ROLL OUT.
SO I`M OFF TO ALBERTA TO WORK THE TAR SANDS
OR CARRY A GUN TO AFGHANASTAN.

OH MOTHER DEAR MOTHER THE BANK TOOK ME BOAT
NO MORE WILL YOU SEE HER SAIL THE EAST COAST
FOR THE WATERS ARE EMPTY NO FISH DO THEY HOLD
I`M OFF TO ALBERTA I`M GONE DOWN THE ROAD.

LOWER THE FLAG FOR ME WHEN I LEAVE HOME
OH MOTHER DEAR MOTHER I`M COLD AND ALONE
BUT DON`T WRAP ME IN IT IF I FIRE A GUN
IN SOME OTHER LAND AT SOME MOTHERS SON.

WAVE YOUR HAND FREELY LIKE THE CLOTHES ON THE LINE
WAVE AT THE GRAYHOUND AS SHE PASSES BY
FOR HES OFF TO ALBERTA TO PUT OIL IN THE DRUM
HES OFF TO ALBERTA HES SOME MOTHERS SON.

DON`T WRAP THE FLAG ROUND ME IF I FIRE A GUN
IN SOME FOREIGN LAND AT
SOME MOTHERS SON.

NORMAN DOUCETTE