Wreck Of The Edmond Fitzgerald Chords by Gordon Lightfoot

_ _ _ [Em] The rick of [B] the Onitsu. _
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Kumbaya. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ Baburin Show
[B] _ _ _ _ There's a land town
[F#m] From UtamOn [A] down
The big lake [E] Big [B] Raokee Sharegoo、eh
_ _ The lake it is
[F#m] And the lake
It's what we did [A] when the [E] stars of November [B] turned to May.
_ _ _ And the load of iron, over [F#m] 26,000 tons more than the Edmund [E] Fitzgerald [B] we'd empty.
_ _ _ And thick shipping through was [F#m] a bold [A] habitude when the gales [E] of November [B] came early.
_ _ _ The ship was the [F#m] pride of the American [A] side, coming back [E] from some bill in [B] Wisconsin.
As the big freighters [F#m] go, it was bigger [A] than most, with a prone [E] good [B] captain well seasoned.
_ Concluding some [F#m] time through the couple of steel [A] buns when they left [E] for Lee, loaded [B] for Cleveland.
_ And later that [F#] night when [F#m] the ship's bell rang, [A] through the thieving [E] oars when [B] they'd been behind. _
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The wind and the [F#m] waves made a tattletale [A] sound and a [E] wave broke over [B] the river. _ _ _
And every man [F#m] knew it was the captain to [A] do it, with the witch [E] of November [B] come stealing. _ _ _ _
The dawn came [F#m] later and the breakfast had been weeping, [A] and the gales [E] of November [B] came slashing.
That afternoon it [F#m] was freezing rain, [A] in the face [E] of a hurricane [B] west wind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ When summertime [F#m] came the old folk came on dead, saying, [A] fellas, [E] it's still rough [B] up here. _ _
_ _ At 7 p.m. [F#m] the main hatch we gave a [A] year, said, fellas, [E] it's [B] been good and bad. _
_ _ And the captain when he [F#m] heard water coming in, and the big ship [E] and crew were saying, [B] fellas. _
And later that [A] night when his lights went out of sight, in the wreck of [E] the afternoon, [B] he said, fellas. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Does anyone [F#m] know where the love of God [A] goes, when the waves [E] turn and [B] pitch to our way?
_ _ _ _ The searchers all said [F#m] it had made quite fishy, [A] they'd put [E] 50 more [B] miles behind it.
_ _ They might have split up, [F#m] but they never got [A] sized, they never [E] broke the bands of [B] the water.
_ And all that remains [F#] is the faces of the [F#m] names [A] of the wives and [E] the sons [B] and the daughters. _ _ _
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Like here on [F#] those superior [F#m] seas, [A] and the rams [E] of their swan [B] of action.
Old Michigan steams [F#m] like a young man's dreams, [A] the islands [E] and [B] lakes are for sportsmen.
_ _ _ And by that a lonely [F#] country [A] road takes you to [E] a big [B] hurricane center.
And the iron bones of the [F#m] rails, the memories [A] all with the [E] gales of November [B] in them. _ _ _
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And on the steel [F#m] hall in Detroit, they prayed [A] in the [E] maritime silver [B] scathing trope. _ _ _ _
The French bell [F#m] chimes in the night, 29 times, for [A] each man [E] on the Edmund [B] the Pit's narrow. _ _ _
The vigilance of [F#m] the German arm, [A] the [E] feeling they forget [B] you make. _ _ _ _
Superior they say [F#m] that they give so much, [A] and awesome [E] November, [B] darling. _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ Thank _ [E] _
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_ [N] you very much, we'll be right back. _ _ _