The Downeaster 'Alexa'

Well, I'm on the downeaster "Alexa"
 And I'm cruisin' 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
 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
 Yay-o
 Yay-o
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 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
 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-o
 Yay-yay-yay-o