| 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 |