The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Chords by Gordon Lightfoot

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_ _ The legend lives on from [F#] the triple down [A] to the big lake they [B] call Kitchum Gomey.
_ _ _ _ _ The lake it is said never [F#] gives up pretty [A] and the skies of [B] November turn gloomy. _ _ _
_ With a load of iron ore 26 [F#m],000 tons more than the Edmund [B] _ Fitzgerald weighed empty.
_ _ _ _ And Kitchum and Trou was [F#] a bond of itch [A] when the gales of [B] November came early. _ _ _ _
_ The ship was the [F#m] pride of the American side [A] coming back from [B] some mill in Wisconsin.
_ As the big freighters go it was [F#m] bigger than [A] most with a growing [E] at Captain [B] Wellesley's end.
_ Concluding some terms with a [F#] couple of steel [A] firms when they left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland.
_ And later that night when the [F#m] ships fell rank [A] could it be the [E] north wind they'd been [B] feeling.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ The wind in the wiles made [F#m] a tattle tale sound [A] and a wave [E] broke over [B] the railing. _ _
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was [A] a witch of [E] November [B] goes stealing.
_ _ _ _ _ The dung came leading [F#m] the breakfast and the weed from [A] the gales of [E] November [B] came splashing.
_ _ When afternoon came it was [F#m] freezing rain and [A] the base of the hurricane [B] was wet. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ When supper time came the [F#m] old cook came on deck saying [A]
fellas it's [B] no rough to feed ya. _ _ _
_ _ _ At 7pm the [F#m] main hatch we gave in [A] he said fellas [B] it's been good to know ya.
_ _ _ _ _ The captain whirled in [F#m] he heard water coming in [A] and the big ship [E] and Trou was [B] in peril.
_ And later that night when [F#] his wife went out to sleep [A] he and the [B] ragged head went up its chair.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ anyone know [F#] where the lab of God [A] goes when the waves turn them in [B] its two hours. _ _ _
_ The searchers all say [F#m] they never made whitefish did [A] they took 15 [B] more miles behind her.
_ _ _ _ They might have split up [F#m] or they might have kept safe [A] they may have broke [B] deep and took water.
_ And all that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names [A] of the wives and the sons [B] and the daughters. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Lake Huron [F#m] rose to clear your sins [A] the ruins of the [B] rice water mansion.
_ Oh Michigan seems [F#] like a young man's [A] dreams the islands [B] and days are for sportsmen. _ _ _
_ And farther below Lake Ontario [F#m] it [A] takes in what [B] Lake Erie can center.
_ But the iron boats go as the [F#] mariners do [A] with the gales of [E] November [B] remember. _
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_ In a busty old hall [F#m] in Detroit they prayed [A] in the maritime [B] sailors cathedral.
_ _ _ _ _ The church bell chimed [F#] till it rang 29 times the [A] rich man [E] on the up front [B] mixed chair cried. _ _ _
_ The legend lives on [F#m] from the Chippewa home town [A] of the big [E] lake they call [B] Kitchikoobie. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Superior they say never [F#] gives up her days when [A] the gales of [E] November [B] come early. _ _ _ _
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