Chords for Charles Wesley Godwin sings “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot

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The legend lives on [Fm] from the shipwrecked down [Ab] of the big [Eb] lake they [Bb] call Gitchegoon.
The lake in his hand never gives up her dead when the [Eb] skies of November turn [G] _ _ _ _ _
blue.
With a load of iron ore [Fm] 26,000 tons more than [Ab] the Edmund Fitch [Eb] Gerald [Bb] weighed in. _
That good ship and crew was [Fm] a-bouncin' to meet you when the [Eb] gales of November [Bb] came [G] early. _ _ _
_ This ship was the [Fm] pride of the American side [Ab] coming back from [Eb] Somerville and [Bb] Wisconsin. _
As the big freighters go [Fm] it was bigger than most with [Ab] the crew and the [G] captain well seasoned. _ _ _
_ _ _ Concluding some terms with [Fm] a couple of steel firms [Ab] when they left [Eb] fully loaded [G] for Cleveland.
And later that night when [Fm] the ship's bell rang [Ab] could it be the [Eb] north wind [Bb] they'd been feeling? _
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_ The wind and the wires [Fm] made a tattletale sound [Ab] when the wave [Eb] broke over [Bb] the ramp. _
Every man knew [Fm] as the captain did too towards the [Eb] winter November comes [Bb] [G] stealing. _ _
_ _ The dawn came [Bb] late [Fm] and breakfast had to wait when the [Eb] gales of November [Bb] came slashing.
When afternoon came it [Fm] was freezing rain in [Eb] the face of a [Bb] hurricane west wind.
[G] _ _ When supper time came the old [Fm] cook came on deck [Ab] saying fellas [Eb] it's too rough to [Bb] feed you.
_ At 7 p.m. [Fm] it grew dark it was then he [Ab] said fellas [Eb] it's been good [G] to know you. _
_ _ _ The captain wired in he had [Fm] water coming in [Ab] and the good ship [Eb] and crew was [Bb]
imperiled.
And later that night when [Fm] his lights went out of sight [Ab] came the wreck [Eb] of the Edmund [Bb] Fitzgerald. _
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[F] _ _ _ Does anyone [Bb] know [F] where the love of God [Ab] goes when the [Eb] waves turn the minutes to hours?
_ _ Searchers all [Fm] say that have made Whitefish Bay [Ab] if they put [Eb] 15 more [Bb] miles behind her. _
They might have split up [Fm] or they might have capsized [Ab] they may have [Eb] broke deep into [Bb] the water.
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And all that remains [F] is the faces and the names of the wives [Eb] and the sons [Bb] and the daughter.
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_ Lake Huron, Rome, [Fm] Superior Saints [Ab] and the ruins of [Eb] a rice [Bb] water mansion. _
Old Michigan stays like [Fm] a young man's dreams the [Eb] islands and bays [Bb] are for sports.
[G] _ And farther below Lake Ontario [Ab] tastes in what [Eb] Lake Erie [Bb] can send.
_ And the iron boats go as [Fm] the mariners all know [Ab] it the gales of [Eb] November [G]
remember. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Bb] _ _ And a rustic old hall [Fm] in Detroit they pray and [Ab] the maritime [Eb] sailors [Bb] cathedral.
_ The bell chime [Fm] tell it rained 29 times for each man [Eb] on the Edmund [Bb] Fitzgerald. _
The legend lives on [C] from the Chippewa on down to [Ab] the big lake [Eb] they call [Bb] Ginchy Newman. _ _
Superior they say [Fm] never gives up her dead when the [Ab] gales of [Eb] November come [Bb] early.
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