Chords for Gordon Lightfoot - "The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald" - Chicago - 1979

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[B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] legend lives on from the triple [A] down of [E] the big lake they [B] call Kitchen Cove.
_ _ The lake it is [F#m] said never gives up, it [A] did when the [E] skies of [B] November turned gloomy. _
With a load of iron [F#m] ore 26,000 tons more than the [E] headman [B] Fitzgerald weighed empty.
_ That big ship and [F#] crew was a bond of it [A] should when the [E] gales of [B] November came early.
_ The ship was the [F#m] pride of the American side [A] coming [E] back from some [B] mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters [F#m] go it was big of a [A] boast with a [E] growing good [B] captain well seasoned.
Concluding some [F#m] terms with a couple of steel [A] firms when they [E] left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#m] night when the ship's bell rang [A] could it [E] be the north [B] wind had been feeling. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ The wind in the [F#m] wilds made a tattle tale [A] sound [E] and a wave [B] broke over the railing. _
And every [F#m] man knew as the captain [A] did through to [E] the witch of [B] November come steel and.
_ The dawn [F#m] came late and the breakfast had [A] to wait when [E] the gales of [B] November came splashing.
But after [F#m] nine came it was freezing rain [A] [E] in the face [B] of a hurricane west wind.
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_ _ supper [F#] time came the old cook came [F#m] home back saying [B] fellas it's no rough to feed ya.
_ _ At [F#] 7pm a man hatched we [E] gave in he said fellas [B] it's been good to know ya.
_ The captain went [F#m] in he had water coming in and the [E] big ship and [B] crew was in peril.
And later that [F#] night when his lights went out he [A] said in the [E] wreck of the [B] atmosphere of its gerald. _ _
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_ _ [F#m] Does anyone know where the love of God [A] goes when [E] the waves turn [B] them in its two hours.
_ _ The searchers all [F#] say they'd have [F#m] made whitefish [A] pay if they'd [E] put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
_ They might have split [F#m] up or they might have kept [A] says they [E] may have broke [B] deep and took water.
And all that remains [F#] is the faces and the [A] names of the [E] wives and the [B] sons and the daughters. _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ Lake Huron [F#m] rose to burial scenes [A] the [E] ruins of a [B] rice water mansion.
Oh Michigan [F#] seems like a [F#m] young man's [A] dreams the [E] islands and [B] desert for sportsmen. _ _
Farther below [F#] Lake [F#m] Ontario it takes [E] in what Lake [B] Erie can center.
But the iron boats [F#m] go as the mariners all go with the [E] gales of [B] November remember. _
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_ _ _ _ In a musty [F#] old hall in [F#m] Detroit [A] they prayed [E] in the maritime [B] sailors cathedral.
_ _ The church bell [F#] chimed if it [F#m] rained 29 [A] times for [E] each man on [B] the Edmund Fitzgerald. _ _
The legend lives [F#m] on from the chapel [A] down to the [E] big lake they [B] call Kitchigo Bay.
_ _ Superior they [F#m] say never gives up pretty [A] when the [E] gales of [B] November come early.
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