| 歌曲 | The Downeaster "Alexa" |
| 歌手 | Billy Joel |
| 专辑 | Greatest Hits Vol. III |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Well I'm on the Downeaster 'Alexa' | |
| And I'm cruising through Rock Island Sound | |
| I have chartered a course to the Vineyard | |
| But tonight I am Nantucket bound | |
| We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday | |
| And left this morning from the bell in Gardner's Bay | |
| Like all the locals here I've 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 out there 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| Well I' m on the Downeaster ' Alexa' | |
| And I' m cruising through Rock Island Sound | |
| I have chartered a course to the Vineyard | |
| But tonight I am Nantucket bound | |
| We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday | |
| And left this morning from the bell in Gardner' s Bay | |
| Like all the locals here I' ve 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 out there 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| Well I' m on the Downeaster ' Alexa' | |
| And I' m cruising through Rock Island Sound | |
| I have chartered a course to the Vineyard | |
| But tonight I am Nantucket bound | |
| We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday | |
| And left this morning from the bell in Gardner' s Bay | |
| Like all the locals here I' ve 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 out there 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |