Chords for Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - 1988
Tempo:
62.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#m
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [E] [F#]
[B] [Em] [B]
The legend [F#] lives on from the triple wall down up [B] the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.
The lake it is said never gives up, it did when the [E] skies of November [B] turned gloomy.
With a load of iron ore 26,000 [A] tons more than that, man, the [B] Fitch-Gerald weighed empty.
That big ship and [F#m] crew was a bundle of bitches when the [E] gales of November gave our land.
The ship was the pride [F#m] of the American side, coming back from some mill [B] in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters covered miles bigger than most with a growing of Captain Wellesley's hand.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms, they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#m] night when the ships fell round, could it be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling?
The wind in the [F#m] wild made a tattletale sound and a wave broke [B] over the river.
And every man knew as the captain did, that the witch of [E] November [B] grew steely.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had [A] to wait when the gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#m] came it was freezing rain, [A] the face of a [B] hurricane with wind.
When [E]
[B]
supper time came the [F#] old pup came on deck saying [F#] fellas it's her up [B] to feed ya.
At 7pm the main [F#] hatch we gave in he said fellas it's [B] been good to know ya.
The captain [F#m] waved and he had water coming in and the big ship and crew was [B] in peril.
And later [F#] that night when the [A] night fell he said in the wreck of the [B] atlant the bitch I run.
[E] [B] [Em]
[B]
Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes with the waves turning in its [B] two hour?
The searchers of [F#m] St.
Ann and Midway fished it, they [E] put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might [F#m] have capsized, they may have broken [B] even to the water.
And all that remains is the faces [F#m] and the names of the wives and the sons and [B] the wives.
[E]
[B]
Like your own most superior seats [A] in the rooms of your ice [B] water mansion.
[F#] Michigan's teams like a young man's dreams, the [E] islands and bays of the [B] sportsman.
Farther below Lake [A] Ontario, Dixon, Woodley, Geary, [B] and Centre.
[F#] The iron boats go as the mariners [A] all know, with the gales of [B] November remember.
[E]
[B]
[E]
[F#] [B]
In a musty old hall [F#m] in Detroit they prayed in the maritime sailors [B] cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang 29 times for each man on the island of bitch I run.
The legend lives on from the tip of the long bow of the big [E] lake they call [B] Kitchigoo Bay.
Superior they [F#m] say, never gives up, we [A] did when the gales of [B] November got late.
[E] [B]
[E]
[B]
[B] [Em] [B]
The legend [F#] lives on from the triple wall down up [B] the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.
The lake it is said never gives up, it did when the [E] skies of November [B] turned gloomy.
With a load of iron ore 26,000 [A] tons more than that, man, the [B] Fitch-Gerald weighed empty.
That big ship and [F#m] crew was a bundle of bitches when the [E] gales of November gave our land.
The ship was the pride [F#m] of the American side, coming back from some mill [B] in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters covered miles bigger than most with a growing of Captain Wellesley's hand.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms, they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#m] night when the ships fell round, could it be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling?
The wind in the [F#m] wild made a tattletale sound and a wave broke [B] over the river.
And every man knew as the captain did, that the witch of [E] November [B] grew steely.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had [A] to wait when the gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#m] came it was freezing rain, [A] the face of a [B] hurricane with wind.
When [E]
[B]
supper time came the [F#] old pup came on deck saying [F#] fellas it's her up [B] to feed ya.
At 7pm the main [F#] hatch we gave in he said fellas it's [B] been good to know ya.
The captain [F#m] waved and he had water coming in and the big ship and crew was [B] in peril.
And later [F#] that night when the [A] night fell he said in the wreck of the [B] atlant the bitch I run.
[E] [B] [Em]
[B]
Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes with the waves turning in its [B] two hour?
The searchers of [F#m] St.
Ann and Midway fished it, they [E] put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might [F#m] have capsized, they may have broken [B] even to the water.
And all that remains is the faces [F#m] and the names of the wives and the sons and [B] the wives.
[E]
[B]
Like your own most superior seats [A] in the rooms of your ice [B] water mansion.
[F#] Michigan's teams like a young man's dreams, the [E] islands and bays of the [B] sportsman.
Farther below Lake [A] Ontario, Dixon, Woodley, Geary, [B] and Centre.
[F#] The iron boats go as the mariners [A] all know, with the gales of [B] November remember.
[E]
[B]
[E]
[F#] [B]
In a musty old hall [F#m] in Detroit they prayed in the maritime sailors [B] cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang 29 times for each man on the island of bitch I run.
The legend lives on from the tip of the long bow of the big [E] lake they call [B] Kitchigoo Bay.
Superior they [F#m] say, never gives up, we [A] did when the gales of [B] November got late.
[E] [B]
[E]
[B]
Key:
B
E
F#m
F#
A
B
E
F#m
_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ _
The legend [F#] lives on from the triple wall down up [B] the big lake they call Gitche Gumee. _
The lake it is said never gives up, it did when the [E] skies of November [B] turned gloomy.
_ With a load of iron ore 26,000 [A] tons more than that, man, the [B] Fitch-Gerald weighed empty.
_ That big ship and [F#m] crew was a bundle of bitches when the [E] gales of November gave our land.
_ The ship was the pride [F#m] of the American side, coming back from some mill [B] in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters covered miles bigger than most with a growing of Captain Wellesley's hand.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms, they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#m] night when the ships fell round, could it be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The wind in the [F#m] wild made a tattletale sound and a wave broke [B] over the river. _ _
And every man knew as the captain did, that the witch of [E] November [B] grew steely.
_ _ The dawn came late and the breakfast had [A] to wait when the gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#m] came it was freezing rain, [A] the face of a [B] hurricane with wind.
When _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ supper time came the [F#] old pup came on deck saying [F#] fellas it's her up [B] to feed ya.
_ At 7pm the main [F#] hatch we gave in he said fellas it's [B] been good to know ya.
_ The captain [F#m] waved and he had water coming in and the big ship and crew was [B] in peril.
And later [F#] that night when the [A] night fell he said in the wreck of the [B] atlant the bitch I run. _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes with the waves turning in its [B] two hour? _
_ The searchers of [F#m] St.
Ann and Midway fished it, they [E] put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
_ They might have split up or they might [F#m] have capsized, they may have broken [B] even to the water.
And all that remains is the faces [F#m] and the names of the wives and the sons and [B] the wives.
_ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Like your own most superior seats [A] in the rooms of your ice [B] water mansion.
_ [F#] Michigan's teams like a young man's dreams, the [E] islands and bays of the [B] sportsman.
_ _ Farther below Lake [A] Ontario, Dixon, Woodley, Geary, [B] and Centre.
[F#] The iron boats go as the mariners [A] all know, with the gales of [B] November remember.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ In a musty old hall [F#m] in Detroit they prayed in the maritime sailors [B] cathedral. _ _
The church bell chimed till it rang 29 times for each man on the island of bitch I run. _
The legend lives on from the tip of the long bow of the big [E] lake they call [B] Kitchigoo Bay.
_ _ Superior they [F#m] say, never gives up, we [A] did when the gales of [B] November got late.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [B] _ _ _
The legend [F#] lives on from the triple wall down up [B] the big lake they call Gitche Gumee. _
The lake it is said never gives up, it did when the [E] skies of November [B] turned gloomy.
_ With a load of iron ore 26,000 [A] tons more than that, man, the [B] Fitch-Gerald weighed empty.
_ That big ship and [F#m] crew was a bundle of bitches when the [E] gales of November gave our land.
_ The ship was the pride [F#m] of the American side, coming back from some mill [B] in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters covered miles bigger than most with a growing of Captain Wellesley's hand.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms, they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#m] night when the ships fell round, could it be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The wind in the [F#m] wild made a tattletale sound and a wave broke [B] over the river. _ _
And every man knew as the captain did, that the witch of [E] November [B] grew steely.
_ _ The dawn came late and the breakfast had [A] to wait when the gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#m] came it was freezing rain, [A] the face of a [B] hurricane with wind.
When _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ supper time came the [F#] old pup came on deck saying [F#] fellas it's her up [B] to feed ya.
_ At 7pm the main [F#] hatch we gave in he said fellas it's [B] been good to know ya.
_ The captain [F#m] waved and he had water coming in and the big ship and crew was [B] in peril.
And later [F#] that night when the [A] night fell he said in the wreck of the [B] atlant the bitch I run. _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes with the waves turning in its [B] two hour? _
_ The searchers of [F#m] St.
Ann and Midway fished it, they [E] put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
_ They might have split up or they might [F#m] have capsized, they may have broken [B] even to the water.
And all that remains is the faces [F#m] and the names of the wives and the sons and [B] the wives.
_ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Like your own most superior seats [A] in the rooms of your ice [B] water mansion.
_ [F#] Michigan's teams like a young man's dreams, the [E] islands and bays of the [B] sportsman.
_ _ Farther below Lake [A] Ontario, Dixon, Woodley, Geary, [B] and Centre.
[F#] The iron boats go as the mariners [A] all know, with the gales of [B] November remember.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ In a musty old hall [F#m] in Detroit they prayed in the maritime sailors [B] cathedral. _ _
The church bell chimed till it rang 29 times for each man on the island of bitch I run. _
The legend lives on from the tip of the long bow of the big [E] lake they call [B] Kitchigoo Bay.
_ _ Superior they [F#m] say, never gives up, we [A] did when the gales of [B] November got late.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _