I was raised on the island
Deep rivers, tall trees
Where mountains hold secrets
And salt rides the breeze
Well, it’s a rugged place
Lush green and hard stone
But it’s the people I knew
Who made it my home
I’m a Kodiak kid
No matter how far I roam
The house on North Blvd
Will always be home
I see Mrs. Mosley
With hot cocoa so warm
Pulling me inside
From the cold of the storm
George in his truck
Keeping dust from the road
And Mr. Springfield
Sharing his stories of gold
Mr. Ardinger put that first guitar in my hand
The Blair’s house full of love would always expand
My father worked the post office directing the mail
Mother tried to stop us kids from raising hell
I’m a Kodiak Kid
No matter how far I roam
The house on North Blvd
Will always be home
I’ve walked the streets of Rome
Where the stone remembers
Stood in the Bowes Museum
With its Silver Swan splendor
I’ve seen the fields of gold
From a north London train
And the light-ning-ning above
The old Durango plains
But I’m a Kodiak kid
No matter how far I roam
The house on North Blvd
Will always be home
