The Downeaster Alexa Lyrics by Billy Joel
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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
Left this morning from the bell in Gardiners Bay,
Like all the locals here I 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 canyon
And a good captain can't fall asleep.

I got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there's fish out there but God only knows,
They say these waters aren't what they used to be
But I 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 told 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.
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   Left this morning from the bell in Gardiners Bay,   Like all the locals here I 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 canyon   And a good captain can't fall asleep.      I got bills to pay and children who need clothes   I know there's fish out there but God only knows,   They say these waters aren't what they used to be   But I 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 told 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.