Chords for Gordon Lightfoot - Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

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_ _ _ The legend lives on [F#m] from the Chippewa on down
At [E] the big lake they [B] call Gitche Gumee _
The _ _ lake it is [F#m] said never gives up her dead
When the [E] skies of November [B] turn gloomy _
With _ a load of iron [F#m] ore 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund [E] [B] Fitzgerald weight empty _
_ _ _ That good ship and crew [F#m] was a bone to be chewed
When [A] the [E] gales of November [B] came early _
_ The ship was the [F#m] pride of the American [A] side
Coming back [E] from some mill [B] in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go [F#m] it was bigger than [A] most
With a crew [E] and good captain [B] well seasoned
_ Concluding some [F#m] terms with a couple of steel [A] firms
When they left [E] fully [B] loaded for Cleveland
_ Then later that [F#m] night when the ship's bell rang
[A] Could it be the [E] north wind [B] they'd been feeling? _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ The wind and the wires [F#m] made a tattletale sound
When [A] the [E] wave broke over [B] the railing
_ And _ every man knew [F#m] as the captain did [A] tell
The wind was the witch [E] of Nottenburg [B] and Steeland
_ _ The dawn came late [F#m] and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales [E] of [B] November came slashing
When afternoon came it [F#m] was freezing rain
[A] In the face of [E] a [B] hurricane west wind
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_ When supper time [F#m] came the old cook came [A] on deck
Saying [E] fellas it's too [B] rough to feed ya _
At _ _ 7pm [F#m] a main hatchway gave in
He said [E] fellas it's been [B] good to know ya _
_ _ The captain wired [F#m] in he had water coming in
And the good [E] ship and crew was [B] 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 [F#m] where the love of God [A] goes
When the waves [E] turn the [B] minutes to hours?
_ _ _ The searchers all say [F#m] they'd have made Whitefish Bay
[A] If 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 [E] have broke deep and [B] took water
And 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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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ Lake Huron rolls, [F#m] Superior sings
[A] In the [E] rooms of her ice [B] water mansion
Old Michigan steams [F#m] like a young man's [A] dreams
The [E] islands and bays are [B] for sports
And _ _ _ farther below [F#m] Lake Ontario
_ [A] Takes in [E] what Lake Erie [B] can send her
The iron boats go [F#m] as the mariners all go
[A] With the [E] gales of [B] November remembered _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ In a musty old hall in [F#m] Detroit they prayed
In [A] the [E] Maritime [B] Sailors Cathedral
The _ _ church bell [F#m] chimed and it rang 29 [A] times
For each man on the [B] Edmund Fitzgerald
_ And the legend lives on [F#m] from the Chippewa
Down of the big [E] lake they [B] call Gitche Gumee _ _ _ _ _
Superior, they [F#m] said, never gives up her dead
When the [E] gales of November [B] come early
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_ [B] _ _ _ _ © transcript Emily Beynon _
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