| G | D | Em |
Well I’m | on the Downe | aster Al | exa |
| G | D | C |
And I’m | cruising through | Block Island | Sound |
| C | G | Am |
I have | charted a | course to the | Vineyard |
| Em | D | C |
But to | night I am | Nantucket | bound |
C | D | G | C |
We took on | diesel back in | Montauk | yesterday |
C | D | Em | D/F# |
And left this | morning from the | bell in Gardiner’s | Bay |
C | D | G | C |
Like all the | locals here I’ve | had to sell my | home |
C | D | Em | D/F# |
Too proud to | leave I worked my | fingers to the | bone |
| G | D | Em |
So I could | own my Downe | aster Ale | xa |
| G | D | C |
And I | go where the | ocean is | deep |
| C | G | Am |
There are | giants out | there in the | canyons |
| G | D | C |
And a | good captain | can’t fall | asleep |
C | D | G | C |
I’ve got | bills to pay and | children who need | clothes |
C | D | Em | D/F# |
I know there’s | fish out there | but where God only | knows |
C | D | G | C |
They say these | waters aren’t | what they used to | be |
C | D | Em | D/F# |
But I’ve got | people back on | land who count on | me |
| G | D | Em |
So if you | see my Downe | aster Al | exa |
| G | D | C |
And if you | work with the | rod and the | reel |
| C | G | Am |
Tell my | wife I am | trolling | Atlantis |
| G | D | C |
And I | still have my | hands on the | wheel |
| G | D | Em |
Now I | drive my Downe | aster Al | exa |
| G | D | C |
More and | more miles from | shore every | year |
| C | G | Am |
Since they | tell me I | can’t sell no | stripers |
| G | D | C |
And there’s | no luck in | swordfishing | here |
C | D | G | C |
I was a | bayman like my | father was | before |
C | D | Em | D/F# |
Can’t make a | living as a | bayman | anymore |
C | D | G | C |
There ain’t much | future for a | man who works the | sea |
C | D | Em | D/F# |
But there ain’t no | island left for | islanders like | me |