Lyrics:

Well I'm on the Downeaster AlexaAnd I'm cruising through Block Island SoundI have charted a course to the VineyardBu
t tonight I am Nantucket boundWe took on diesel back in Montauk yesterdayAnd left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's B
ayLike all the locals here I've had to sell my homeToo proud to leave I worked my fingers to the boneSo I could own my Down
easter AlexaAnd I go where the ocean is deepThere are giants out there in the canyonsAnd a good captain can't fall asleepI
've got bills to pay and children who need clothesI know there's fish out there but where God only knowsThey say these waters
aren't what they used to beBut I've got people back on land who count on meSo if you see my Downeaster AlexaAnd if you wor
k with the rod and the reelTell my wife I am trolling AtlantisAnd I still have my hands on the wheelNow I drive my Downeast
er AlexaMore and more miles from shore every yearSince they tell me I can't sell no stripersAnd there's no luck in swordfish
ing hereI was a bayman like my father was beforeCan't make a living as a bayman anymoreThere ain't much future for a man wh
o works the seaBut there ain't no island left for islanders like me