The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Chords by Gordon Lightfoot

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The legend [F#m] lives on from the Chippewa on down [A] to the big lake [E] they call [B] Kitchigoomee.
_ [F#m] The lake, it is said, never gives up her [A] dead when the [E] skies of [B] November turn gloomy.
_ With a load of iron ore [F#m] 26,000 tons more than the Edmund [E] Fitzgerald [B] weighed empty.
_ _ That good ship and crew [F#m] was a bone to be chewed when the [E] gales of [B] November came early.
_ The ship was the [F#m] pride of the [A] American side, coming back [E] from [B] Somerville and Wisconsin.
As the big [F#m] freighters go it was bigger than most, [A] with a crew and [E] good captain [B] well seasoned.
Concluding some terms [F#m] with a couple of steel firms when [E] they left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland.
Then later that [F#m] night when the ship's bell [A] rang, could it [E] be the north [B] wind they'd been feeling?
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_ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ The wind and the [F#m] wires made a tattletale [A] sound and the [E] wave broke [B] over the railing. _
And every man knew [F#m] as the captain [A] did, [E] "'Twas the witch of November come [B] stealing.
_ _ The dawn came [F#m] late and the breakfast had to [A] wait when the [E] gales of [B] November came slashing.
When afternoon [F#m] came it was freezing rain [A] in the face [E] of a [B] hurricane west wind.
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_ When summertime [F#m] came the old cook came on deck saying, [C#m] "'Fellas it's too rough to [B] feed you."
At 7 p [F#m].m. a main hatchway gave in, he said, [E] "'Fellas it's been [B] good time, oh yeah."
_ The captain wired in, he [F#m] had water coming in, and the [E] good ship and [B] crew was in peril.
And later that [F#m] night when his lights went out of sight, came the [E] wreck of the [B] Edmund Fitzgerald.
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Does anyone [F#m] know where the love of God [A] goes when the [E] waves turn in [B] minutes to hours? _
The searchers all say [F#m] they'd have made Whitefish Bay [A] if they'd put [E] 15 more [B] 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 remains [F#m] is the faces and the names [A] of the [E] wives and the sons [B] and the daughters.
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_ Lake Huron [F#m] Rose Superior [A] sings in the [E] rooms of her [B] ice water mansion.
Oh Michigan steams [F#m] like a young man's dreams, [A] the [E] islands and bays [B] are for sportsmen.
_ And farther [C#] below Lake [F#m] Ontario, [A] takes in what [E] Lake Erie [B] can send her.
The iron boats [F#m] go as the mariners all [A] do, with the [E] gales of [B] November remembered.
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_ _ _ _ _ In a musty old hall in [F#m] Detroit they prayed in the [A] Maritime [E] Sailors [B] Cathedral.
_ The church bell [F#m] chimed and it rang 29 [A] times for each man on the [B] Edmund Fitzgerald. _
The legend [F#m] lives on from the Chippewa on down of [A] the big lake they [E] call Gitche [B] Gumee.
_ _ Superior they [F#m] said never gives up her dead when the [E] gales of November [B] come early.
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