The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Chords by Gordon Lightfoot

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