
The Downeaster 'Alexa' - Live at Yankee Stadium, Bronx, NY - June 1990
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I mean it, this is the first day of summer
I hope we can all get to the beach, without
Having my crap washed up on it this year
Don't ever go swimming in the Arthur Kill
This is a song dedicated to the fishermen in
The place where I grew up in Long Island
This is called 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
We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday
Left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's Bay
Like all the locals here, I had to sell my home
Too proud to leave, I worked my fingers to the bone
So I could own my Downeaster Alexa
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants that live in the canyons
And a good captain can't fall asleep
I've 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've got people back on land who count on me
So if you see my Downeaster Alexa
If you work with a rod and a reel
Tell my wife I am trolling in Alas
And I still have my hands on the wheel
Ya-yo
Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa
Four more miles from shore every year
Since they told me I can't sell no stribers
That there's no luck in swordfishing here
I was a bay man like my father was before
You can't make a living as a bay man anymore
There ain't much future for a man who works the sea
But there ain't no island left for islanders like me
Ya-ya-ya, yo
Ya-ya-ya, yo
Ya-ya-ya, ya-yo
Ya-ya-ya, yo







































