Chords for The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins
Tempo:
55.05 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Abm
Db
Gb
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Abm] [Gb] [Ab]
[Abm] [Gb] [Ab]
The legend [Abm] lives on from the Chippewa hunk on of the [Db] big lake they [Ab] call Ketchi-go-me.
The lake it [Abm] is said never gives up her dad when the [Gb] skies of [Ab] November turn gloomy.
With a load of [Abm] iron ore 26,000 tons more than the [Db] Edmund [Ab] Fitzgerald weight empty.
That good [Abm] shipping crew was a bone to be chewed when the [Db] gales of [Ab] November came early.
The ship was [Abm] the pride of the American side coming [Db] back from some [Ab] mill in Wisconsin.
As the big [Abm] freighters go it was bigger than most with a [Db] crew and good [Ab] captain well seasoned.
Concluding [Abm] some terms with a couple of steel firms when they [Db] left fully [Ab] loaded for Cleveland.
And later [Abm] that night when the ship's bell rang could it [Gb] be the north [Ab] wind they'd been feeling?
The wind and [Abm] the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a [Db] wave it broke [Ab] over the railing.
And every [Abm] mountain day blew towards the [Db] witch of [Ab] November come stealing.
The dawn [Abm] came late and the breakfast had awaited when the [Db] gales of [Ab] November came slashing.
When afternoon [Ebm] came it was freezing rain in the [Gb] face of a [Ab] hurricane west wind.
When supper [Abm] time came the old cook came on deck saying [Db] fellas it's too [Ab] rough to feed you.
At 7 [Abm] p.m. my main hatchway caved in he said [Db] fellas it's [Ab] been good to know you.
The captain [Abm] worded he had water coming in and the [Gb] ship and the crew [Ab] was in trouble.
And later [B] that night when out of sight came the [Db] wreck of the [Ab] Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone [Abm] know where the lava god [Db] goes when the waves turn the [Ab] minutes to hours?
The searches [Abm] all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd [Gb] put 15 more [Ab] miles behind her.
They might have split up or they [B] might have capsized.
They may [Gb] have broke deep [Ab] and took water.
And all that [Ebm] remains is the faces and the names of the [Gb] wives and the sons [Ab] and the daughters.
In a musty [Abm] old hall in Detroit they prayed in the [Db] maritime [Ab] sailors cathedral.
The church [Abm] bell chimed till it rang 29 times for each [Db] man on the [Ab] Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives [Abm] on from the Chippewa hum down of a big [Gb] lake they call [Ab] Kitchigoo.
And today the [Abm] bells rang another 29 times plus [Db] one more for the man they call Lightfoot.
[Abm] [Gb] [Ab]
The legend [Abm] lives on from the Chippewa hunk on of the [Db] big lake they [Ab] call Ketchi-go-me.
The lake it [Abm] is said never gives up her dad when the [Gb] skies of [Ab] November turn gloomy.
With a load of [Abm] iron ore 26,000 tons more than the [Db] Edmund [Ab] Fitzgerald weight empty.
That good [Abm] shipping crew was a bone to be chewed when the [Db] gales of [Ab] November came early.
The ship was [Abm] the pride of the American side coming [Db] back from some [Ab] mill in Wisconsin.
As the big [Abm] freighters go it was bigger than most with a [Db] crew and good [Ab] captain well seasoned.
Concluding [Abm] some terms with a couple of steel firms when they [Db] left fully [Ab] loaded for Cleveland.
And later [Abm] that night when the ship's bell rang could it [Gb] be the north [Ab] wind they'd been feeling?
The wind and [Abm] the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a [Db] wave it broke [Ab] over the railing.
And every [Abm] mountain day blew towards the [Db] witch of [Ab] November come stealing.
The dawn [Abm] came late and the breakfast had awaited when the [Db] gales of [Ab] November came slashing.
When afternoon [Ebm] came it was freezing rain in the [Gb] face of a [Ab] hurricane west wind.
When supper [Abm] time came the old cook came on deck saying [Db] fellas it's too [Ab] rough to feed you.
At 7 [Abm] p.m. my main hatchway caved in he said [Db] fellas it's [Ab] been good to know you.
The captain [Abm] worded he had water coming in and the [Gb] ship and the crew [Ab] was in trouble.
And later [B] that night when out of sight came the [Db] wreck of the [Ab] Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone [Abm] know where the lava god [Db] goes when the waves turn the [Ab] minutes to hours?
The searches [Abm] all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd [Gb] put 15 more [Ab] miles behind her.
They might have split up or they [B] might have capsized.
They may [Gb] have broke deep [Ab] and took water.
And all that [Ebm] remains is the faces and the names of the [Gb] wives and the sons [Ab] and the daughters.
In a musty [Abm] old hall in Detroit they prayed in the [Db] maritime [Ab] sailors cathedral.
The church [Abm] bell chimed till it rang 29 times for each [Db] man on the [Ab] Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives [Abm] on from the Chippewa hum down of a big [Gb] lake they call [Ab] Kitchigoo.
And today the [Abm] bells rang another 29 times plus [Db] one more for the man they call Lightfoot.
Key:
Ab
Abm
Db
Gb
Ebm
Ab
Abm
Db
_ [Abm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [Ab] _ _ _
The legend [Abm] lives on from the Chippewa hunk on of the [Db] big lake they [Ab] call Ketchi-go-me.
The lake it [Abm] is said never gives up her dad when the [Gb] skies of [Ab] November turn gloomy. _
With a load of [Abm] iron ore 26,000 tons more than the [Db] Edmund [Ab] Fitzgerald weight empty.
That good [Abm] shipping crew was a bone to be chewed when the [Db] gales of [Ab] November came early. _
The ship was [Abm] the pride of the American side coming [Db] back from some [Ab] mill in Wisconsin.
As the big [Abm] freighters go it was bigger than most with a [Db] crew and good [Ab] captain well seasoned. _
Concluding [Abm] some terms with a couple of steel firms when they [Db] left fully [Ab] loaded for Cleveland.
And later [Abm] that night when the ship's bell rang could it [Gb] be the north [Ab] wind they'd been feeling? _
The wind and [Abm] the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a [Db] wave it broke [Ab] over the railing.
And every [Abm] mountain day blew towards the [Db] witch of [Ab] November come stealing. _ _
The dawn [Abm] came late and the breakfast had awaited when the [Db] gales of [Ab] November came slashing.
When afternoon [Ebm] came it was freezing rain in the [Gb] face of a [Ab] hurricane west wind. _
When supper [Abm] time came the old cook came on deck saying [Db] fellas it's too [Ab] rough to feed you.
At 7 [Abm] p.m. my main hatchway caved in he said [Db] fellas it's [Ab] been good to know you. _
The captain [Abm] worded he had water coming in and the [Gb] ship and the crew [Ab] was in trouble.
And later [B] that night when out of sight came the [Db] wreck of the [Ab] Edmund Fitzgerald. _
Does anyone [Abm] know where the lava god [Db] goes when the waves turn the [Ab] minutes to hours?
The searches [Abm] all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd [Gb] put 15 more [Ab] miles behind her. _
They might have split up or they [B] might have capsized.
They may [Gb] have broke deep [Ab] and took water.
And all that [Ebm] remains is the faces and the names of the [Gb] wives and the sons [Ab] and the daughters. _ _
In a musty [Abm] old hall in Detroit they prayed in the [Db] maritime [Ab] sailors cathedral.
The church [Abm] bell chimed till it rang 29 times for each [Db] man on the [Ab] Edmund Fitzgerald. _
The legend lives [Abm] on from the Chippewa hum down of a big [Gb] lake they call [Ab] Kitchigoo.
And today the [Abm] bells rang another 29 times plus [Db] one more for the man they call Lightfoot. _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [Ab] _ _ _
The legend [Abm] lives on from the Chippewa hunk on of the [Db] big lake they [Ab] call Ketchi-go-me.
The lake it [Abm] is said never gives up her dad when the [Gb] skies of [Ab] November turn gloomy. _
With a load of [Abm] iron ore 26,000 tons more than the [Db] Edmund [Ab] Fitzgerald weight empty.
That good [Abm] shipping crew was a bone to be chewed when the [Db] gales of [Ab] November came early. _
The ship was [Abm] the pride of the American side coming [Db] back from some [Ab] mill in Wisconsin.
As the big [Abm] freighters go it was bigger than most with a [Db] crew and good [Ab] captain well seasoned. _
Concluding [Abm] some terms with a couple of steel firms when they [Db] left fully [Ab] loaded for Cleveland.
And later [Abm] that night when the ship's bell rang could it [Gb] be the north [Ab] wind they'd been feeling? _
The wind and [Abm] the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a [Db] wave it broke [Ab] over the railing.
And every [Abm] mountain day blew towards the [Db] witch of [Ab] November come stealing. _ _
The dawn [Abm] came late and the breakfast had awaited when the [Db] gales of [Ab] November came slashing.
When afternoon [Ebm] came it was freezing rain in the [Gb] face of a [Ab] hurricane west wind. _
When supper [Abm] time came the old cook came on deck saying [Db] fellas it's too [Ab] rough to feed you.
At 7 [Abm] p.m. my main hatchway caved in he said [Db] fellas it's [Ab] been good to know you. _
The captain [Abm] worded he had water coming in and the [Gb] ship and the crew [Ab] was in trouble.
And later [B] that night when out of sight came the [Db] wreck of the [Ab] Edmund Fitzgerald. _
Does anyone [Abm] know where the lava god [Db] goes when the waves turn the [Ab] minutes to hours?
The searches [Abm] all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay if they'd [Gb] put 15 more [Ab] miles behind her. _
They might have split up or they [B] might have capsized.
They may [Gb] have broke deep [Ab] and took water.
And all that [Ebm] remains is the faces and the names of the [Gb] wives and the sons [Ab] and the daughters. _ _
In a musty [Abm] old hall in Detroit they prayed in the [Db] maritime [Ab] sailors cathedral.
The church [Abm] bell chimed till it rang 29 times for each [Db] man on the [Ab] Edmund Fitzgerald. _
The legend lives [Abm] on from the Chippewa hum down of a big [Gb] lake they call [Ab] Kitchigoo.
And today the [Abm] bells rang another 29 times plus [Db] one more for the man they call Lightfoot. _ _