Chords for ILLEGAL - Cover of "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" by Gordon Lightfoot
Tempo:
59.9 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
A
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [E] [B]
Well the legend lives [F#] on from the Chippewa [A] on down,
Of the big lake they [E] call Gitche [B] Gumee.
The lake is said never gives up her den, When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron [F#] ore, 26,000 tons [A] more, Than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty,
That big ship and [F#] crew was a bone to be chewed, When the gales of [B] November came early.
The ship was the [F#] pride of the American [A] side, Coming back from [B] some mill in Wisconsin.
At the big freighter's [F#] go it was bigger than [A] most, With a crew and good [B] captain well seasoned.
Including some [F#] terms with a couple of steel [A] firms, When they left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#] night when the ship's bell [A] rang, Could it be the north [B] wind they'd been feeling?
[F#] [A]
[B] The wind and the [F#] wires made a tattle-tale sound, As the wave broke [B] over the railing.
And every man [F#] knew, as the captain did too, Was the witch of [B] November gone stealing.
The dawn came [F#] late and the breakfast had to wait, When the gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#] came it was freezing rain, In the face of a [B] hurricane west wind.
At [F#]
[B]
[D]
summertime [A] came the old cook came on [C] deck, Saying fellas it's [D] too rough to feed ya.
At 7pm [A] the main hatchway came [C] in, He said fellas it's [D] gingers to load ya.
Captain wired [A] in he had water coming in, And the big ship and [D] crew was in peril.
Later that [A] night when his life went out of sight, Came the wreck of the [D] X-fish carol.
[B] [F#]
[B]
Does anyone know [F#] where the love of God goes, When the waves turn the [B] minutes to hours?
Searches all say [F#] they'd have made whitefish bay, [A] If they'd put fifteen more [B] miles behind her.
They might have split up [F#] or they might have capsized, They may have broke [B] deep in civil water.
But all that remains [F#] is the faces and the [A] names, Of the wives [E] and the son [B] and the daughter.
Lake Huron [F#] rose superior sing, [A] In the blues of her ice [B] water mansion.
Old Michigan steams [F#] like a young man's dream, The islands and bays [B] are for sportsmen.
Farther below [F#] Lake Ontario, [A] Takes in what Lake [B] Erie can send her.
At the iron boats go [F#] as the mariners all know, With the gales of November [B] remember.
[F#] [A] [B]
In a musty old hall [F#] in Detroit they pray, In the maritime [B] sailors cathedral.
Church bells chime till [F#] it rang twenty-nine times, For each man on the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald.
Well the legend lives on [F#] from the Chippewa on down, Of the big lake they call [B] Itchigoogee.
Superior they said [F#] never gives up or did, When the skies of [B] November turn gloomy.
Well the legend lives [F#] on from the Chippewa [A] on down,
Of the big lake they [E] call Gitche [B] Gumee.
The lake is said never gives up her den, When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron [F#] ore, 26,000 tons [A] more, Than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty,
That big ship and [F#] crew was a bone to be chewed, When the gales of [B] November came early.
The ship was the [F#] pride of the American [A] side, Coming back from [B] some mill in Wisconsin.
At the big freighter's [F#] go it was bigger than [A] most, With a crew and good [B] captain well seasoned.
Including some [F#] terms with a couple of steel [A] firms, When they left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#] night when the ship's bell [A] rang, Could it be the north [B] wind they'd been feeling?
[F#] [A]
[B] The wind and the [F#] wires made a tattle-tale sound, As the wave broke [B] over the railing.
And every man [F#] knew, as the captain did too, Was the witch of [B] November gone stealing.
The dawn came [F#] late and the breakfast had to wait, When the gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#] came it was freezing rain, In the face of a [B] hurricane west wind.
At [F#]
[B]
[D]
summertime [A] came the old cook came on [C] deck, Saying fellas it's [D] too rough to feed ya.
At 7pm [A] the main hatchway came [C] in, He said fellas it's [D] gingers to load ya.
Captain wired [A] in he had water coming in, And the big ship and [D] crew was in peril.
Later that [A] night when his life went out of sight, Came the wreck of the [D] X-fish carol.
[B] [F#]
[B]
Does anyone know [F#] where the love of God goes, When the waves turn the [B] minutes to hours?
Searches all say [F#] they'd have made whitefish bay, [A] If they'd put fifteen more [B] miles behind her.
They might have split up [F#] or they might have capsized, They may have broke [B] deep in civil water.
But all that remains [F#] is the faces and the [A] names, Of the wives [E] and the son [B] and the daughter.
Lake Huron [F#] rose superior sing, [A] In the blues of her ice [B] water mansion.
Old Michigan steams [F#] like a young man's dream, The islands and bays [B] are for sportsmen.
Farther below [F#] Lake Ontario, [A] Takes in what Lake [B] Erie can send her.
At the iron boats go [F#] as the mariners all know, With the gales of November [B] remember.
[F#] [A] [B]
In a musty old hall [F#] in Detroit they pray, In the maritime [B] sailors cathedral.
Church bells chime till [F#] it rang twenty-nine times, For each man on the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald.
Well the legend lives on [F#] from the Chippewa on down, Of the big lake they call [B] Itchigoogee.
Superior they said [F#] never gives up or did, When the skies of [B] November turn gloomy.
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well the legend lives [F#] on from the Chippewa [A] on down,
Of the big lake they [E] call Gitche [B] Gumee.
The lake is said never gives up her den, When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron [F#] ore, 26,000 tons [A] more, Than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty,
That big ship and [F#] crew was a bone to be chewed, When the gales of [B] November came early.
_ The ship was the [F#] pride of the American [A] side, Coming back from [B] some mill in Wisconsin.
At the big freighter's [F#] go it was bigger than [A] most, With a crew and good [B] captain well seasoned.
Including some [F#] terms with a couple of steel [A] firms, When they left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#] night when the ship's bell [A] rang, Could it be the north [B] wind they'd been feeling?
_ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ _ The wind and the [F#] wires made a tattle-tale sound, As the wave broke [B] over the railing.
And every man [F#] knew, as the captain did too, Was the witch of [B] November gone stealing.
The dawn came [F#] late and the breakfast had to wait, When the gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#] came it was freezing rain, In the face of a [B] hurricane west wind.
At [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
summertime [A] came the old cook came on [C] deck, Saying fellas it's [D] too rough to feed ya.
_ _ At 7pm [A] the main hatchway came [C] in, He said fellas it's [D] gingers to load ya.
_ _ Captain wired [A] in he had water coming in, And the big ship and [D] crew was in peril.
Later that [A] night when his life went out of sight, Came the wreck of the [D] X-fish carol.
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Does anyone know [F#] where the love of God goes, When the waves turn the [B] minutes to hours?
Searches all say [F#] they'd have made whitefish bay, [A] If they'd put fifteen more [B] miles behind her.
They might have split up [F#] or they might have capsized, They may have broke [B] deep in civil water.
But all that remains [F#] is the faces and the [A] names, Of the wives [E] and the son [B] and the daughter. _ _ _ _ _
Lake Huron [F#] rose superior sing, [A] In the blues of her ice [B] water mansion.
Old Michigan steams [F#] like a young man's dream, The islands and bays [B] are for sportsmen.
Farther below [F#] Lake Ontario, [A] Takes in what Lake [B] Erie can send her.
At the iron boats go [F#] as the mariners all know, With the gales of November [B] remember. _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ In a musty old hall [F#] in Detroit they pray, In the maritime [B] sailors cathedral.
_ _ Church bells chime till [F#] it rang twenty-nine times, For each man on the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald. _
Well the legend lives on [F#] from the Chippewa on down, Of the big lake they call [B] Itchigoogee. _
_ _ _ Superior they said [F#] never gives up or did, When the skies of [B] November turn gloomy. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well the legend lives [F#] on from the Chippewa [A] on down,
Of the big lake they [E] call Gitche [B] Gumee.
The lake is said never gives up her den, When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron [F#] ore, 26,000 tons [A] more, Than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty,
That big ship and [F#] crew was a bone to be chewed, When the gales of [B] November came early.
_ The ship was the [F#] pride of the American [A] side, Coming back from [B] some mill in Wisconsin.
At the big freighter's [F#] go it was bigger than [A] most, With a crew and good [B] captain well seasoned.
Including some [F#] terms with a couple of steel [A] firms, When they left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland.
And later that [F#] night when the ship's bell [A] rang, Could it be the north [B] wind they'd been feeling?
_ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ _ The wind and the [F#] wires made a tattle-tale sound, As the wave broke [B] over the railing.
And every man [F#] knew, as the captain did too, Was the witch of [B] November gone stealing.
The dawn came [F#] late and the breakfast had to wait, When the gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#] came it was freezing rain, In the face of a [B] hurricane west wind.
At [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
summertime [A] came the old cook came on [C] deck, Saying fellas it's [D] too rough to feed ya.
_ _ At 7pm [A] the main hatchway came [C] in, He said fellas it's [D] gingers to load ya.
_ _ Captain wired [A] in he had water coming in, And the big ship and [D] crew was in peril.
Later that [A] night when his life went out of sight, Came the wreck of the [D] X-fish carol.
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Does anyone know [F#] where the love of God goes, When the waves turn the [B] minutes to hours?
Searches all say [F#] they'd have made whitefish bay, [A] If they'd put fifteen more [B] miles behind her.
They might have split up [F#] or they might have capsized, They may have broke [B] deep in civil water.
But all that remains [F#] is the faces and the [A] names, Of the wives [E] and the son [B] and the daughter. _ _ _ _ _
Lake Huron [F#] rose superior sing, [A] In the blues of her ice [B] water mansion.
Old Michigan steams [F#] like a young man's dream, The islands and bays [B] are for sportsmen.
Farther below [F#] Lake Ontario, [A] Takes in what Lake [B] Erie can send her.
At the iron boats go [F#] as the mariners all know, With the gales of November [B] remember. _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ In a musty old hall [F#] in Detroit they pray, In the maritime [B] sailors cathedral.
_ _ Church bells chime till [F#] it rang twenty-nine times, For each man on the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald. _
Well the legend lives on [F#] from the Chippewa on down, Of the big lake they call [B] Itchigoogee. _
_ _ _ Superior they said [F#] never gives up or did, When the skies of [B] November turn gloomy. _ _ _ _