The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Chords by Gordon Lightfoot

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[N] An air and sea [G#] search is continuing for possible survivors of the Edmund Fitzgerald, [A] a 729-foot ore carrier,
which apparently broke apart and sunk last night on Lake Superior.
The ship and its 29-man crew vanished in a storm with 80-mile-an-hour winds and wave heights up to 25 feet.
[E] All that has been found is an oil slick and some debris.
[B]
The legend is a song from the [F#] Chippewa walk down up the big [E] lake they call Gitche [B]
Gumee.
The lake it is said never [F#m] gives up, it did when [A] the skies of [B] November turned gloomy.
With a load of iron ore 26 [F#m],000 tons more [A] than the Edmund Fitzgerald [B] weighed empty.
That big ship and crew was [F#m] a bond of it should when [A] the gales of November [E] gave our [B] land.
The ship was the pride of [F#m] the American side, coming [A] back from some mill in [B] Wisconsin.
As the big breeders covered [F#m] was bigger than most with [A] a grown good captain well [B] seasoned.
Concluding some terms with [F#m] a couple of steel firms when they [A] left all their loaded goods [B] laid wet.
And later that night [F#m] when the ships fell around, could [A] it be the north wind they'd been [B] feeling?
The wind in the wild made a [F#] tattletale sound [A] and a wave rove [E] over [B] the river.
And every man knew as [F#m] the captain did, was the [A] witch of [E] November, [B] Gumsteven.
The dawn came late and [F#m] the breakfast had to wait when the [A] gales of [E] November [B] came slashing.
But after noon came it was [F#m] freezing rain, [A] and the base of a [E] hurricane [B] pressed wind.
[E]
[B]
When the supper turned green the [F#] old pup came on deck saying [A] fellas [E] it's for up [B] to feed ya.
At 7pm the [F#m] main hatchway gave in he said [A] fellas [E] it's been good [B] to know ya.
The captain wired in he had [F#m] water coming in and [A] the big ship and [E] crew within [B] barrel.
And later that night when his [F#m] lights went out of sight, in the [A] wreck of the [E] Edmund the [B] Grits drive riled.
[E]
[B]
Does anyone know where the love of God goes [A] when the waves turn and [B] it's two hours?
The searchers on say they'd have made [F#] white fish bed, [A] they'd put 15 more [B] miles behind her.
They might have split up [F#m] or they might have capsized, [A] they may have broke even [B] jumper water.
And all that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names [A] of the wife and the sons [B] and the thighs.
[E] [B]
Lake Huron, Los [F#m] Avelios, seen [A] in the rooms of the rice [B] water mansion.
Old Michigan's team's [F#m] like a young man's dreams, [A] the islands and days [B] of a sportsman.
Farther below Lake [F#m] Ontario, [A] Dixon, [E] Woodley, Geary, and [B] Senter.
In the iron boats go as the [F#m] mariners follow, [A] with the gales of [E] November remember.
[B]
[E]
[B]
In a musty old hall in [F#m] Detroit, they prayed [A] in a maritime sailors [B] cathedral.
A church bell chimed to a range where [F#] they named us for [A] each man on the [B] Edmund the Grits drive riled.
The legend lives on from the triple [F#m] long bow, and up the big lake they [E] called [B] Kitchigoomee.
Superior they said never, kept separate, in the [A] gales of November [F#] gone away.
[B] [E]
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[N] _ An air and sea [G#] search is continuing for possible survivors of the Edmund Fitzgerald, [A] a 729-foot ore carrier,
which apparently broke apart and sunk last night on Lake Superior.
The ship and its 29-man crew vanished in a storm with 80-mile-an-hour winds and wave heights up to 25 feet.
[E] All that has been found is an oil slick and some debris.
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The _ _ _ _ legend is a song from the [F#] Chippewa walk down up the big [E] lake they call Gitche [B]
Gumee. _ _ _ _ _ _
The lake it is said never [F#m] gives up, it did when [A] the skies of [B] November turned gloomy.
_ _ _ _ _ With a load of iron ore 26 [F#m],000 tons more [A] than the Edmund Fitzgerald [B] weighed empty. _
_ _ _ _ _ That big ship and crew was [F#m] a bond of it should when [A] the gales of November [E] gave our _ [B] land.
_ _ _ _ The ship was the pride of [F#m] the American side, coming [A] back from some mill in [B] Wisconsin.
_ As the big breeders covered [F#m] was bigger than most with [A] a grown good captain well [B] seasoned. _
_ _ Concluding some terms with [F#m] a couple of steel firms when they [A] left all their loaded goods [B] laid wet.
And later that night [F#m] when the ships fell around, could [A] it be the north wind they'd been [B] feeling? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The wind in the wild made a [F#] tattletale sound [A] and a wave rove [E] over [B] the river. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And every man knew as [F#m] the captain did, was the [A] witch of [E] November, _ [B] Gumsteven. _
_ _ _ _ _ The dawn came late and [F#m] the breakfast had to wait when the [A] gales of [E] November [B] came slashing. _ _
But after noon came it was [F#m] freezing rain, _ [A] and the base of a [E] hurricane [B] pressed wind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
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When the supper turned green the [F#] old pup came on deck saying [A] fellas [E] it's for up [B] to feed ya. _ _ _ _ _ _
At 7pm the [F#m] main hatchway gave in he said [A] fellas [E] it's been good [B] to know ya.
_ _ _ _ _ The captain wired in he had [F#m] water coming in and [A] the big ship and [E] crew within [B] barrel. _
And later that night when his [F#m] lights went out of sight, in the [A] wreck of the [E] Edmund the [B] Grits drive _ riled. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Does anyone know where the love of God goes [A] when the waves turn and [B] it's two hours? _ _ _ _ _
_ The searchers on say they'd have made [F#] white fish bed, [A] they'd put 15 more [B] miles behind her. _ _ _ _ _
They might have split up [F#m] or they might have capsized, [A] they may have broke even [B] jumper water.
_ _ And all that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names [A] of the wife and the sons [B] and the thighs. _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Lake Huron, Los [F#m] Avelios, seen [A] in the rooms of the rice [B] water mansion.
_ _ Old Michigan's team's [F#m] like a young man's dreams, [A] the islands and days [B] of a sportsman. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Farther below Lake [F#m] Ontario, _ _ [A] Dixon, [E] Woodley, Geary, and [B] Senter.
_ _ In the iron boats go as the [F#m] mariners follow, [A] with the gales of [E] November remember.
[B] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ In a musty old hall in [F#m] Detroit, they prayed [A] in a maritime sailors [B] cathedral. _ _
_ _ _ _ A church bell chimed to a range where [F#] they named us for [A] each man on the [B] Edmund the Grits drive riled. _ _ _
_ _ _ The legend lives on from the triple [F#m] long bow, and up the big lake they [E] called _ [B] Kitchigoomee. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Superior they said never, kept separate, in the [A] gales of November [F#] gone away.
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