Chords for Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (Lyrics)

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