Chords for Punch Brothers cover Gordon Lightfoot "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" 3/3/22 Boston, MA
Tempo:
68.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
Dm
G
A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [D]
[A]
[D] That good ship, it chewed, it wasn't born to be [A] chewed, when the gales of November came.
The ship was the pride of the American [D] side, coming back from some mellow Wisconsin.
As the big [Am] freighters gone, it was bigger than most, [E] with the crew of the Captain [D] Will Sinclair.
[A]
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel [D] firms, when they left, falling down into the Cleveland.
But later that night, when the ship's bell rang, could [E] it be the North American feeding?
[D] [A] [Dm]
Wind in the wires [D] made a town of tales sound, and a wave broke over the railing.
[Dm] And every man knew, as the [D] Captain did too, it was the Witch of November, [G] called Steve.
[Dm] The dawn came late, [Am] and the breakfast had to wait, [G] when the gales of November came slashing.
[Dm] Then that the noon came, and it was [C] freezing rain, in the face of a hurricane, was Dwin.
When summer time came, the old crew came [Am] on in, said fellas it's [G] too rough to feed ya.
[Dm] At 7pm, the main [C] hatchway gate, and he said fellas it's been [G] good to know ya.
[Dm] The Captain wired in, he had water [G] coming in, and the good ship and crew were in town.
[Dm] And later that night, when his [Em] lights went out of sight, came the [C] wreck of the Edmund [F]
[Dm] Fitzgerald.
[Am] [A]
[D] Those in it won't know where the love of God goes, when the waves [G] turn the minutes to [D] hours.
Searching star saying ain't a big white fish, did he say, from 15 more miles of land.
They might have split up, or they might have capsized, they might have rolled deep into the water.
But all that remains, [Am] is the faces and the names [D] of the lives and the songs that they've got heard.
They could call her [Dm] lost, or do the airy [D] sayings, and the runes that her eyes caught her magic.
But what this means, like a yoke that swings, the island is made from the wood.
The lowly tip your takes in one lake, you need to send her.
And the iron boats go as the numbers all [G] go, with the gales of [D] November low.
[E] In a lost field, a home in Detroit, they prayed in the maritime sailors they [D] feel true.
The church bell chimed till it rang 29 times, for each man of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend is long from the tip of one down, [E] superior it's said, love it goes after day.
And the gales of November low.
[Dm]
[Bm] [D]
[N]
[A]
[D] That good ship, it chewed, it wasn't born to be [A] chewed, when the gales of November came.
The ship was the pride of the American [D] side, coming back from some mellow Wisconsin.
As the big [Am] freighters gone, it was bigger than most, [E] with the crew of the Captain [D] Will Sinclair.
[A]
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel [D] firms, when they left, falling down into the Cleveland.
But later that night, when the ship's bell rang, could [E] it be the North American feeding?
[D] [A] [Dm]
Wind in the wires [D] made a town of tales sound, and a wave broke over the railing.
[Dm] And every man knew, as the [D] Captain did too, it was the Witch of November, [G] called Steve.
[Dm] The dawn came late, [Am] and the breakfast had to wait, [G] when the gales of November came slashing.
[Dm] Then that the noon came, and it was [C] freezing rain, in the face of a hurricane, was Dwin.
When summer time came, the old crew came [Am] on in, said fellas it's [G] too rough to feed ya.
[Dm] At 7pm, the main [C] hatchway gate, and he said fellas it's been [G] good to know ya.
[Dm] The Captain wired in, he had water [G] coming in, and the good ship and crew were in town.
[Dm] And later that night, when his [Em] lights went out of sight, came the [C] wreck of the Edmund [F]
[Dm] Fitzgerald.
[Am] [A]
[D] Those in it won't know where the love of God goes, when the waves [G] turn the minutes to [D] hours.
Searching star saying ain't a big white fish, did he say, from 15 more miles of land.
They might have split up, or they might have capsized, they might have rolled deep into the water.
But all that remains, [Am] is the faces and the names [D] of the lives and the songs that they've got heard.
They could call her [Dm] lost, or do the airy [D] sayings, and the runes that her eyes caught her magic.
But what this means, like a yoke that swings, the island is made from the wood.
The lowly tip your takes in one lake, you need to send her.
And the iron boats go as the numbers all [G] go, with the gales of [D] November low.
[E] In a lost field, a home in Detroit, they prayed in the maritime sailors they [D] feel true.
The church bell chimed till it rang 29 times, for each man of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend is long from the tip of one down, [E] superior it's said, love it goes after day.
And the gales of November low.
[Dm]
[Bm] [D]
[N]
Key:
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[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ That good ship, it chewed, it wasn't born to be [A] chewed, when the gales of November came. _ _
_ _ _ _ The ship was the pride of the American [D] side, coming back from some mellow Wisconsin.
_ As the big [Am] freighters gone, it was bigger than most, [E] with the crew of the Captain [D] Will Sinclair.
_ [A] _
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel [D] firms, when they left, falling down into the Cleveland. _ _
But later that night, when the ship's bell rang, could [E] it be the North American feeding?
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ Wind in the wires [D] made a town of tales sound, and a wave broke over the railing.
[Dm] And every man knew, as the [D] Captain did too, it was the Witch of November, [G] called Steve.
[Dm] The dawn came late, [Am] and the breakfast had to wait, [G] when the gales of November came slashing.
[Dm] Then that the noon came, and it was [C] freezing rain, in the face of a hurricane, was Dwin.
_ When summer time came, the old crew came [Am] on in, said fellas it's [G] too rough to feed ya.
[Dm] At 7pm, the main [C] hatchway gate, and he said fellas it's been [G] good to know ya.
[Dm] The Captain wired in, he had water [G] coming in, and the good ship and crew were in town.
[Dm] And later that night, when his [Em] lights went out of sight, came the [C] wreck of the Edmund [F]
[Dm] Fitzgerald.
_ [Am] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ Those in it won't know where the love of God goes, when the waves [G] turn the minutes to [D] hours.
_ _ Searching star saying ain't a big white fish, did he say, from 15 more miles of land.
_ They might have split up, or they might have capsized, they might have rolled deep into the water.
_ But all that remains, [Am] is the faces and the names [D] of the lives and the songs that they've got heard.
They could call her [Dm] lost, or do the airy [D] sayings, and the runes that her eyes caught her magic. _
But what this means, like a yoke that swings, the island is made from the wood.
_ _ The lowly tip your takes in one lake, you need to send her.
_ And the iron boats go as the numbers all [G] go, with the gales of [D] November low. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] In a lost field, a home in Detroit, they prayed in the maritime sailors they [D] feel true.
_ The church bell chimed till it rang 29 times, for each man of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
_ The legend is long from the tip of one down, _ _ _ [E] _ _ superior it's said, love it goes after day.
_ And the gales of November low. _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ That good ship, it chewed, it wasn't born to be [A] chewed, when the gales of November came. _ _
_ _ _ _ The ship was the pride of the American [D] side, coming back from some mellow Wisconsin.
_ As the big [Am] freighters gone, it was bigger than most, [E] with the crew of the Captain [D] Will Sinclair.
_ [A] _
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel [D] firms, when they left, falling down into the Cleveland. _ _
But later that night, when the ship's bell rang, could [E] it be the North American feeding?
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ Wind in the wires [D] made a town of tales sound, and a wave broke over the railing.
[Dm] And every man knew, as the [D] Captain did too, it was the Witch of November, [G] called Steve.
[Dm] The dawn came late, [Am] and the breakfast had to wait, [G] when the gales of November came slashing.
[Dm] Then that the noon came, and it was [C] freezing rain, in the face of a hurricane, was Dwin.
_ When summer time came, the old crew came [Am] on in, said fellas it's [G] too rough to feed ya.
[Dm] At 7pm, the main [C] hatchway gate, and he said fellas it's been [G] good to know ya.
[Dm] The Captain wired in, he had water [G] coming in, and the good ship and crew were in town.
[Dm] And later that night, when his [Em] lights went out of sight, came the [C] wreck of the Edmund [F]
[Dm] Fitzgerald.
_ [Am] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ Those in it won't know where the love of God goes, when the waves [G] turn the minutes to [D] hours.
_ _ Searching star saying ain't a big white fish, did he say, from 15 more miles of land.
_ They might have split up, or they might have capsized, they might have rolled deep into the water.
_ But all that remains, [Am] is the faces and the names [D] of the lives and the songs that they've got heard.
They could call her [Dm] lost, or do the airy [D] sayings, and the runes that her eyes caught her magic. _
But what this means, like a yoke that swings, the island is made from the wood.
_ _ The lowly tip your takes in one lake, you need to send her.
_ And the iron boats go as the numbers all [G] go, with the gales of [D] November low. _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] In a lost field, a home in Detroit, they prayed in the maritime sailors they [D] feel true.
_ The church bell chimed till it rang 29 times, for each man of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
_ The legend is long from the tip of one down, _ _ _ [E] _ _ superior it's said, love it goes after day.
_ And the gales of November low. _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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