The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Chords by Gordon Lightfoot

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_ _ The legend [F#m] lives on from the Chippewa [A] down to [E] the big lake they [B] call Kitchum Cove.
_ _ The lake it is [F#m] said never gives up [A] redeeming the [E] skies of [B] November turn gloomy.
_ With a load of iron [F#m] over 26,000 tons more than [E] the headman [B] Fitzgerald weighed empty. _
That big ship and [F#] crew was a [F#m] bond of it 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] grown good [B] captain well seasoned.
Concluding some [F#m] terms with a couple of steel 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 failing.
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[B] _ _ _ _ The wind [F#m] in the 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] was [E] the witch of [B] November come stealing. _ _
The dawn [F#m] came late and the breakfast had to wait when [E] the gales of [B] November came slashing.
But after [F#m] nine came it was freezing rain [A] [E] in the face of [B] a hurricane of west winds.
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supper time came the [F#] old cook came [F#m] up next saying [B] fellas it's still rough to feed ya.
_ _ At [F#m] 7pm a man hatched a wig [A] and he [E] 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 he's a [E] regular at [B] the Fitzgerald. _ _ _ _
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Does anyone [F#m] know where the love of God [A] goes when [E] the waves turn [B] the minutes to hours.
_ _ The searchers all [F#m] say they'd have made whitefish [A] if they'd [E] put 15 [B] more miles behind her.
_ They might have split [F#m] up or they might have kept [A] safe 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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_ _ _ _ Like here on [F#m] Rose Superior's [A] seams the [E] ruins of a [B] rice water bankshore.
Oh Michigan [F#] seems like a [F#m] young man's [A] dreams the [E] islands and [B] desert for sportsmen.
_ And 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 [A] go with the [E] gales of [B] November remember. _ _ _
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_ _ And a musty [F#] old hall in [F#m] Detroit [A] depredated in [E] a maritime [B] sailors cathedral.
_ _ The church bell [F#] chimes till it rains [F#m] 29 [A] times for each [E] man on [B] the Edmund Fitzgerald.
_ The legend lives [F#m] on from the Chapel of Old [A] Town of the [E] big lake they [B] call Kid Sugar Bear. _ _
Superior they say [F#] never gives up [A] redeeming the [E] gales of [B] November come early.
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