Billy Joel – The Downeaster Alexa (Ukulele)

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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 chartered a course to the Vineyard.

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But to- night I am Nantucket bound 

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 We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday,

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 And 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

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And 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 a- sleep 

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 I 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 when 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 trolling Atlantis,

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And I still have my hands on the wheel.

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Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa

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More and more miles from shore ev'ry year,

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Since they told me I can't sell no stripers.

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And there's no luck in sword fishing 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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Ya, ya, yaa aaa yo

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Ya, ya, yaa aaa yo

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Ya, ya, yaa aaa yo

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Ya, ya, yaa aaa yo