Chords for The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald~Gordon Lightfoot with Lyrics(Best Version On Youtube)

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[F#] The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down to the big lake they call Kitchigoomee.
_ The lake, it is said, [F#m] never gives up her dead [A] when the skies of November [F#] turn gloomy.
_ [B] _ [F#] With a load of iron ore 26,000 [F#m] tons more than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weighed empty.
_ [F#] That good ship and crew [F#m] was a bone to be chewed when the gales of November [B] came early. _ _
The ship was the pride [F#m] of the American side [A] coming back from some mill in [B] Wisconsin.
[F#] As the big freighters go it [F#m] was bigger than most with a crew and good captain [B] well seasoned.
Including some terms [F#m] with a couple of steel firms [A] when they left fully loaded [B] for Cleveland.
Then later that night [F#m] when the ship's bell rang could it be the north wind they'd [B] been feeling?
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_ _ The wind and the [F#m] wires made a tattletale sound when the wave broke [B] over the railing.
[F#] And _ [B] every man [F#m] knew as the captain did too, t'was the witch of [B] November come stealing.
_ _ The dawn came [F#m] late and the breakfast had to wait when the gales of [B] November came slashing.
[F#] When afternoon came [F#m] it was freezing rain in the face of a [B] hurricane west wind. _
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_ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ When supper time came the old cook came on deck saying fellas it's [B] too rough to feed ya.
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At 7pm a main hatchway gave in he said fellas it's been good time though ya.
[B] _ The captain wired [F#m] in he had water coming [A] in and the good ship and crew was in [F#] peril.
And later that night when his lights [F#m] went out of sight came the wreck of the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald.
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_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ Does anyone know [F#m] where the love of God goes when the waves turn the [B] melts to hours? _
The searchers all say [F#m] they'd have made whitefish pay [A] if they'd put 15 more [B] miles behind her.
_ They might have split up [F#m] or they might have capsized they may have broke deep in [B] purple water.
And all that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names [A] of the wives and the sons and [B] the daughters.
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_ _ Lake Huron [F#m] Rose Superior sings in the rooms of her ice [B] water mansion.
Old Michigan steams [F#m] like a young man's dreams [A] the islands and bays are [B] for sportsmen.
_ Farther below [F#m] Lake Ontario takes in what Lake Erie [B] can send her.
The iron boats go [F#m] as the mariners all go [E] with the gales of November [B] remembered. _ _ _ _
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In a musty old hall in [F#m] Detroit they prayed in the maritime [E] sailors [B] cathedral.
_ _ The church bell [F#m] chimed if it rang 29 [A] times for each man on the [B] Edmund Fitzgerald.
_ _ The legend lives [F#m] on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they [B] call Getchugume.
Superior _ they [F#m] said never gives up her dead when the gales of November [B] come early. _
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