Well I'm on the Downeaster "Alexa"
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And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound
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I have charted a course to the Vineyard
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But tonight I am Nantucket bound
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We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday
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Left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's Bay
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Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home
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Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone
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So I could own my Downeaster "Alexa", & I go where the ocean is deep
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There are giants out there in the canyons
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And a good captain can't fall asleep
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I've got bills to pay and children who need clothes
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I know there's fish out there but where God only knows
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They say these waters aren't what they used to be
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But I've got people back on land who count on me
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So if you see my Downeaster "Alexa"
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And if you work with the rod and the reel
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Tell my wife I am trawling Atlantis
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And I still have my hands on the wheel, yah yo
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Yeah yo, yeah yo, yeah yo, yeah yo
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Now I drive my Downeaster "Alexa"
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More and more miles from shore every year
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Since they tell me I can't sell no stripers
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And there's no luck in swordfishing here.
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I was a bayman like my father was before
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Can't make a living as a bayman anymore
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There ain't much future for a man who works the sea
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But there ain't no island left for islanders like me
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Yeah yeah yeah yo, yeah yeah yeah yo
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yo, yeah yeah yeah yo
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(Thank you.)
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The Downeaster "Alexa" (12 Gardens Live)
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| Billy Joel |
