THE DOWNEASTER ’ALEXA’ (Billy Joel) - Metal cover

“DOWNEASTER ’ALEXA’“ Originally performed Billy Joel Written by Billy Joel From the album ”Storm Front” - 1989 Thanks to my friend Anders Sköld for showing me this song!! The original song: ------------------------------- ✘ Song recorded, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered and performed by Tommy Johansson ✘ Filmed by Tommy Johansson ✘ Video edited by Tommy Johansson ✘ Yamaha Acoustic, Charvel Gary Moore white replica ✘ Ibanez Bass ✘ Guitar sound: “Fredhead“ by Fredman Digital ✘ Orchestration: 8Dio Majestica 2.0 (VST software) ------------------------------- If you like my work and wanna support me I’d be more than happy for any donation to my PayPal: reinxeed@ Thank you!! 🙏 ----------------------------- Check out: ⚜️ Sabaton (Guitar): ⚜️ Majestica (Guitar, vocals, song writer): ------------------------------- Sponsored by: ✘ Fredman Digital: ✘ Charvel Guitars: ✘ 8DIO Majestica: ------------------------------ 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’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 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 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 tell me I can’t sell no stripers And there’s no luck in swordfishing here I was a bay man like my father was before 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh