The Downeaster "Alexa"

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 I took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in Gardiners Bay Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home Too proud to leave, I work 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 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 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've still got my hands on the wheel Yay-o Yay-o Yay-o Yay-yay-o 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 You 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 Yay-yay-yay-o Yay-yay-yay-o Yay-yay-yay-yay-o Yay-yay-yay-o-o