* 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 Gardiner's 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
Yay-oh, yay-oh Yay-oh, yay-yay-oh
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
