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

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