Chords for Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald
Tempo:
49.2 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#m
F#
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#m] [F#]
[E] [B] [F#]
The legend lives [F#m] on from the Chippewa on down to the big lake [F#] they call Kitchigoomee.
The lake, it is said, [F#m] never gives up her dead when the [E] skies of [F#] November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore [F#m] 26,000 tons more than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty,
That good ship and crew [F#m] was a bone to be chewed when the [E] gales of November [B] came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side, coming back from Somerville and Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most, with [E] a crew and good [B] captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms [A] when they left fully loaded for [B] Cleveland.
Then later that night [F#m] when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling?
[E]
The wind and the [F#m] wires made a tattletale sound [A] when the wave broke over the railing.
[F#] And [B] every [F#m] man knew as the captain did too, [E] it was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came [F#m] late and the breakfast had to wait when [E] the gales of November came slashing.
[F#] When afternoon came it was [F#m] freezing rain in the face [E] of a hurricane [B] west wind.
[F#]
[B] [A] [F#]
When summertime came the old cook came on deck saying fellas it's too rough to feed ya.
At 7pm the [F#m] main hatchway gave in he said fellas it's been good time though ya.
[B] The captain wired in he had [F#m] water coming in and the good ship and crew was [B] in peril.
Later [F#] that night when his lights went out of sight came the [E] wreck of the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald.
[F#] [B] [A]
[B] Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes when the waves turn [B] the minutes to hours?
The searchers all [F#m] say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have [A] capsized.
They may have broke deep [B] and took water.
All that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names of the wives and the [B] sons and the daughters.
[F#] [B]
[F#] [E] [B] [F#]
Lake Huron [F#m] rolls superior scenes in the rooms of [B] her ice water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's [A] dreams.
The islands and bays are [B] for sportsmen.
Farther [F#m] below Lake Ontario [A] takes in what Lake Erie can send her.
The iron boats blow as the mariners all go with the gales of November [B] remembered.
[F#] [B]
[F#m] [E] [B]
In a musty old [F#m] hall in Detroit they prayed [A] in the [B] Maritime Sailors Cathedral.
The church bell chimed and it rang 29 times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives [F#m] on from the chippewa down of [E] the big lake they [B] call Gitche Gully.
Superior they said never gives up her dead when the gales of November come early.
[E] [B] [F#] [B]
[F#m] [B]
[E] [B] [F#]
The legend lives [F#m] on from the Chippewa on down to the big lake [F#] they call Kitchigoomee.
The lake, it is said, [F#m] never gives up her dead when the [E] skies of [F#] November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore [F#m] 26,000 tons more than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty,
That good ship and crew [F#m] was a bone to be chewed when the [E] gales of November [B] came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side, coming back from Somerville and Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most, with [E] a crew and good [B] captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms [A] when they left fully loaded for [B] Cleveland.
Then later that night [F#m] when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling?
[E]
The wind and the [F#m] wires made a tattletale sound [A] when the wave broke over the railing.
[F#] And [B] every [F#m] man knew as the captain did too, [E] it was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came [F#m] late and the breakfast had to wait when [E] the gales of November came slashing.
[F#] When afternoon came it was [F#m] freezing rain in the face [E] of a hurricane [B] west wind.
[F#]
[B] [A] [F#]
When summertime came the old cook came on deck saying fellas it's too rough to feed ya.
At 7pm the [F#m] main hatchway gave in he said fellas it's been good time though ya.
[B] The captain wired in he had [F#m] water coming in and the good ship and crew was [B] in peril.
Later [F#] that night when his lights went out of sight came the [E] wreck of the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald.
[F#] [B] [A]
[B] Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes when the waves turn [B] the minutes to hours?
The searchers all [F#m] say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have [A] capsized.
They may have broke deep [B] and took water.
All that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names of the wives and the [B] sons and the daughters.
[F#] [B]
[F#] [E] [B] [F#]
Lake Huron [F#m] rolls superior scenes in the rooms of [B] her ice water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's [A] dreams.
The islands and bays are [B] for sportsmen.
Farther [F#m] below Lake Ontario [A] takes in what Lake Erie can send her.
The iron boats blow as the mariners all go with the gales of November [B] remembered.
[F#] [B]
[F#m] [E] [B]
In a musty old [F#m] hall in Detroit they prayed [A] in the [B] Maritime Sailors Cathedral.
The church bell chimed and it rang 29 times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives [F#m] on from the chippewa down of [E] the big lake they [B] call Gitche Gully.
Superior they said never gives up her dead when the gales of November come early.
[E] [B] [F#] [B]
[F#m] [B]
Key:
B
F#m
F#
E
A
B
F#m
F#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#]
The legend lives [F#m] on from the Chippewa on down to the big lake [F#] they call Kitchigoomee.
The lake, it is said, [F#m] never gives up her dead when the [E] skies of [F#] November turn gloomy.
_ With a load of iron ore [F#m] 26,000 tons more than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty,
That good ship and crew [F#m] was a bone to be chewed when the [E] gales of November [B] came early.
_ The ship was the pride of the American side, coming back from Somerville and Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most, with [E] a crew and good [B] captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms [A] when they left fully loaded for [B] Cleveland.
Then later that night [F#m] when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling?
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
The wind and the [F#m] wires made a tattletale sound [A] when the wave broke over the railing.
[F#] And [B] every [F#m] man knew as the captain did too, [E] it was the witch of November come stealing. _
The dawn came [F#m] late and the breakfast had to wait when [E] the gales of November came slashing.
[F#] When afternoon came it was [F#m] freezing rain in the face [E] of a hurricane [B] west wind.
_ _ [F#] _
_ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ When summertime came the old cook came on deck saying fellas it's too rough to feed ya.
_ At 7pm the [F#m] main hatchway gave in he said fellas it's been good time though ya.
[B] _ The captain wired in he had [F#m] water coming in and the good ship and crew was [B] in peril.
Later [F#] that night when his lights went out of sight came the [E] wreck of the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald. _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes when the waves turn [B] the minutes to hours?
The searchers all [F#m] say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have [A] capsized.
They may have broke deep [B] and took water.
All that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names of the wives and the [B] sons and the daughters.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#]
Lake Huron [F#m] rolls superior scenes in the rooms of [B] her ice water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's [A] dreams.
The islands and bays are [B] for sportsmen.
_ Farther [F#m] below Lake Ontario [A] takes in what Lake Erie can send her.
The iron boats blow as the mariners all go with the gales of November [B] remembered. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
In a musty old [F#m] hall in Detroit they prayed [A] in the [B] Maritime Sailors Cathedral. _
The church bell chimed and it rang 29 times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. _
The legend lives [F#m] on from the chippewa down of [E] the big lake they [B] call Gitche Gully. _ _
Superior they said never gives up her dead when the gales of November come early. _ _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#]
The legend lives [F#m] on from the Chippewa on down to the big lake [F#] they call Kitchigoomee.
The lake, it is said, [F#m] never gives up her dead when the [E] skies of [F#] November turn gloomy.
_ With a load of iron ore [F#m] 26,000 tons more than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty,
That good ship and crew [F#m] was a bone to be chewed when the [E] gales of November [B] came early.
_ The ship was the pride of the American side, coming back from Somerville and Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most, with [E] a crew and good [B] captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms [A] when they left fully loaded for [B] Cleveland.
Then later that night [F#m] when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling?
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
The wind and the [F#m] wires made a tattletale sound [A] when the wave broke over the railing.
[F#] And [B] every [F#m] man knew as the captain did too, [E] it was the witch of November come stealing. _
The dawn came [F#m] late and the breakfast had to wait when [E] the gales of November came slashing.
[F#] When afternoon came it was [F#m] freezing rain in the face [E] of a hurricane [B] west wind.
_ _ [F#] _
_ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ When summertime came the old cook came on deck saying fellas it's too rough to feed ya.
_ At 7pm the [F#m] main hatchway gave in he said fellas it's been good time though ya.
[B] _ The captain wired in he had [F#m] water coming in and the good ship and crew was [B] in peril.
Later [F#] that night when his lights went out of sight came the [E] wreck of the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald. _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes when the waves turn [B] the minutes to hours?
The searchers all [F#m] say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have [A] capsized.
They may have broke deep [B] and took water.
All that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names of the wives and the [B] sons and the daughters.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#]
Lake Huron [F#m] rolls superior scenes in the rooms of [B] her ice water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's [A] dreams.
The islands and bays are [B] for sportsmen.
_ Farther [F#m] below Lake Ontario [A] takes in what Lake Erie can send her.
The iron boats blow as the mariners all go with the gales of November [B] remembered. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
In a musty old [F#m] hall in Detroit they prayed [A] in the [B] Maritime Sailors Cathedral. _
The church bell chimed and it rang 29 times for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. _
The legend lives [F#m] on from the chippewa down of [E] the big lake they [B] call Gitche Gully. _ _
Superior they said never gives up her dead when the gales of November come early. _ _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _