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

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