{"id":28640,"date":"2026-01-06T23:13:34","date_gmt":"2026-01-06T23:13:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/?p=28640"},"modified":"2026-01-06T23:13:34","modified_gmt":"2026-01-06T23:13:34","slug":"the-wreck-of-the-edmund-fitzgerald","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/the-wreck-of-the-edmund-fitzgerald\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald"},"content":{"rendered":"
Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald\r\nGordan Lightfoot\r\nChords By: RT237\r\n \r\n \r\n[Intro]\r\n \r\n| C<\/span>       | A#<\/span>      | F<\/span>       | C<\/span>       |\r\n| A#<\/span>      | F<\/span>       | C<\/span>       |         |\r\n \r\n \r\n[Verse 1]\r\n \r\n    C<\/span>                        Gm<\/span>\r\nThe legend lives on from the Chippewa on down\r\n       A#<\/span>            F<\/span>              C<\/span>\r\nOf the big lake they called \"Gitche Gumee\"\r\n                            Gm<\/span>\r\nThe lake, it is said, never gives up her dead\r\n         A#<\/span>         F<\/span>           C<\/span>\r\nWhen the skies of November turn gloomy\r\n       C<\/span>                           Gm<\/span>\r\nWith a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more\r\n         A#<\/span>         F<\/span>              C<\/span>\r\nThan the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty\r\n          C<\/span>                   Gm<\/span>\r\nThat good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed\r\n          A#<\/span>         F<\/span>            C<\/span>\r\nWhen the \"Gales of November\" came early\r\n \r\n \r\n[Verse 2]\r\n \r\n\r\n    C<\/span>                          Gm<\/span>\r\nThe ship was the pride of the American side\r\n       A#<\/span>             F<\/span>          C<\/span>\r\nComing back from some mill in Wisconsin\r\n       C<\/span>                         Gm<\/span>\r\nAs the big freighters go, it was bigger than most\r\n       A#<\/span>            F<\/span>            C<\/span>\r\nWith a crew and good captain well seasoned\r\n   C<\/span>                         Gm<\/span>\r\nConcluding some terms with a couple of steel firms\r\n          A#<\/span>         F<\/span>          C<\/span>\r\nWhen they left fully loaded for Cleveland\r\n    C<\/span>                         Gm<\/span>\r\nAnd later that night when the ship's bell rang\r\n         A#<\/span>           F<\/span>                C<\/span>\r\nCould it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?\r\n \r\n \r\n| C       | A#      | F       | C       |         |\r\n \r\n \r\n[Verse 3]\r\n \r\n    C                        Gm\r\nThe wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound\r\n      A#         F        C\r\nAnd a wave broke over the railing\r\n    C                      Gm\r\nAnd every man knew, as the captain did too\r\n          A#         F           C\r\nT'was the witch of November come stealin'\r\n    C                      Gm\r\nThe dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait\r\n         A#         F           C\r\nWhen the Gales of November came slashin'\r\n     C                     Gm\r\nWhen afternoon came it was freezin' rain\r\n       A#        F         C\r\nIn the face of a hurricane west wind\r\n \r\n \r\n| C       | A#      | F       | C       |\r\n| A#      | F       | C       |         |\r\n \r\n \r\n[Verse 4]\r\n \r\n     C                        Gm\r\nWhen suppertime came, the old cook came on deck\r\n         A#           F            C\r\nSayin\u2019, \"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.\"\r\n   C                 Gm\r\nAt seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in'\r\n         A#           F           C\r\nHe said \"Fellas, it's been good t'know ya\"\r\n                            Gm\r\nThe captain wired in he had water comin' in\r\n        A#            F           C\r\nAnd the good ship and crew was in peril\r\n    C                         Gm\r\nAnd later that night when 'is lights went outta sight\r\n         A#           F          C\r\nCame the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald\r\n \r\n \r\n| C       | A#      | F       | C       |\r\n| A#      | F       | C       |         |\r\n| C       |\r\n \r\n \r\n[Verse 5]\r\n \r\n                           Gm\r\nDoes anyone know where the love of God goes\r\n         A#             F          C\r\nWhen the waves turn the minutes to hours?\r\n    C                             Gm\r\nThe searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay\r\n          A#               F       C\r\nIf they'd put fifteen more miles behind her\r\n     C                           Gm\r\nThey might have split up or they might have capsized;\r\n     A#             F             C\r\nThey may have broke deep and took water\r\n    C                       Gm\r\nAnd all that remains is the faces and the names\r\n       A#            F            C\r\nOf the wives and the sons and the daughters\r\n \r\n \r\n| C         | A#      | F           | C         |\r\n| A#        | F       | C           |           |\r\n \r\n \r\n[Verse 6]\r\n \r\n                    Gm\r\nLake Huron rolls, Superior sings\r\n       A#           F         C\r\nIn the rooms of her ice-water mansion\r\n    C                      Gm\r\nOld Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;\r\n    A#          F            C\r\nThe islands and bays are for sportsmen\r\n    C                    Gm\r\nAnd farther below Lake Ontario\r\n      A#           F        C\r\nTakes in what Lake Erie can send her\r\n        C                    Gm\r\nAnd the iron boats go as the mariners all know\r\n         A#         F        C\r\nwith the Gales of November remembered\r\n \r\n \r\n| C       | A#      | F       | C       |\r\n| A#      | F       | C       |         |\r\n| C       | A#      | F       | C       |\r\n| A#      | F       | C       |         |\r\n| C       |\r\n \r\n \r\n[Verse 7]\r\n \r\n     C                   Gm\r\nIn a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed\r\n        A#       F          C\r\nIn the \"Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.\"\r\n    C                               Gm\r\nThe church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times\r\n         A#         F          C\r\nFor each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald\r\n    C                        Gm\r\nThe legend lives on from the Chippewa on down\r\n       A#            F            C\r\nOf the big lake they call \"Gitche Gumee\"\r\n   C                          Gm\r\n\"Superior\", they said, \"never gives up her dead\r\n          A#         F            C\r\nWhen the 'Gales of November' come early!\"\r\n \r\n \r\n| C       | A#      | F       | C       |\r\n| A#      | F       | C       |         |\r\n| C       | A#      | F       | C       |\r\n| A#      | F       | C       |         |\r\n \r\n(fade)\r\n \r\n
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Gordon Lightfoot – The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Gordan Lightfoot Chords By: RT237 [Intro] | C | A# | F | C | | A# | F | C | | [Verse 1] C Gm The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down A# F C Of the … CLICK TO VIEW SONGThe Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28640","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28640","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28640"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28641,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28640\/revisions\/28641"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28640"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28640"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}