Chords for Punch Brothers cover Gordon Lightfoot "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" 3/3/22 Boston, MA
Tempo:
68.8 bpm
Chords used:
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A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[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.
gone, it was bigger than most, [E] with the crew of the Captain [D] Will Sinclair.
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]
[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.
gone, it was bigger than most, [E] with the crew of the Captain [D] Will Sinclair.
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]
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_ _ _ _ [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. _
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_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ _ _ [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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