The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
Gordan Lightfoot
Chords By: RT237
 
 
[Intro]
 
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[Verse 1]
 
    C                        Gm
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
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Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"
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The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
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When the skies of November turn gloomy
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With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
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Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
          C                   Gm
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
          A#         F            C
When the "Gales of November" came early
 
 
[Verse 2]
 

    C                          Gm
The ship was the pride of the American side
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Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
       C                         Gm
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
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With a crew and good captain well seasoned
   C                         Gm
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
          A#         F          C
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
    C                         Gm
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
         A#           F                C
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
 
 
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[Verse 3]
 
    C                        Gm
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
      A#         F        C
And a wave broke over the railing
    C                      Gm
And every man knew, as the captain did too
          A#         F           C
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
    C                      Gm
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
         A#         F           C
When the Gales of November came slashin'
     C                     Gm
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
       A#        F         C
In the face of a hurricane west wind
 
 
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[Verse 4]
 
     C                        Gm
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck
         A#           F            C
Sayin’, "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya."
   C                 Gm
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in'
         A#           F           C
He said "Fellas, it's been good t'know ya"
                            Gm
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
        A#            F           C
And the good ship and crew was in peril
    C                         Gm
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
         A#           F          C
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
 
 
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[Verse 5]
 
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Does anyone know where the love of God goes
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When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
    C                             Gm
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
          A#               F       C
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
     C                           Gm
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
     A#             F             C
They may have broke deep and took water
    C                       Gm
And all that remains is the faces and the names
       A#            F            C
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
 
 
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[Verse 6]
 
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Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
       A#           F         C
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
    C                      Gm
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
    A#          F            C
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
    C                    Gm
And farther below Lake Ontario
      A#           F        C
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
        C                    Gm
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
         A#         F        C
with the Gales of November remembered
 
 
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[Verse 7]
 
     C                   Gm
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
        A#       F          C
In the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
    C                               Gm
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
         A#         F          C
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
    C                        Gm
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
       A#            F            C
Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee"
   C                          Gm
"Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead
          A#         F            C
When the 'Gales of November' come early!"
 
 
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