Well I′m on the Downeaster Alexa
And I′m cruising through
Block Island Sound
I have charted a course to the Vineyard
But tonight I am Nantucket bound
We took on diesel back
in Montauk yesterday
And left this morning
from the bell in Gardiner′s Bay
Like all the locals here
I′ve had to sell my home
Too proud to leave
I worked my fingers to the bone
So I could own my Downeaster Alexa
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can′t fall asleep
I′ve got bills to pay and children
who need clothes
I know there′s fish out there
but where God only knows
They say these waters aren′t w
hat they used to be
But I′ve got people back
on land who count on me
So if you see my Downeaster Alexa
And if you work with the rod and the reel
Tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis
And I still have my hands on the wheel
Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa
More and more miles from shore every year
Since they tell me I can′t sell no stripers
And there′s no luck in swordfishing here
I was a bayman like my father was before
Can′t make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain′t much future for
a man who works the sea
But there ain′t no island
left for islanders like me