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

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