Gordon Lightfoot Edmund Fitzgerald chords
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Edmund Fitzgerald by: Gordon Lightfoot Chords By: RT237 Asus2 Em The legend lives on from the chippewa on down G D Asus2 Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee" Em The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead G D Asus2 When the skies of November turn gloomy Em With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more G D Asus2 Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. Em That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed G D Asus2 When the "Gales of November" came early. Em The ship was the pride of the American side G D Asus2 Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin Em As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most G D Asus2 With a crew and good captain well seasoned Em Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms G D Asus2 When they left fully loaded for Cleveland Em And later that night when the ship's bell rang G D Asus2 Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? Em The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound G D Asus2 And a wave broke over the railing Em And every man knew, as the captain did too, G D Asus2 T'was the witch of November come stealin'. Em The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait G D Asus2 When the Gales of November came slashin'. Em When afternoon came it was freezin' rain G D Asus2 In the face of a hurricane west wind. Em When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck G D Asus2 Sayin’. "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya." Em At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in', G D Asus2 he said "Fellas, it's been good t'know ya" Em The captain wired in he had water comin' in G D Asus2 and the good ship and crew was in peril. Em And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight G D Asus2 Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Em Does any one know where the love of God goes G D Asus2 When the waves turn the minutes to hours? Em The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay G D Asus2 If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. Em They might have split up or they might have capsized; G D Asus2 They may have broke deep and took water. Em And all that remains is the faces and the names G D Asus2 Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Em Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings G D Asus2 In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Em Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; G D Asus2 The islands and bays are for sportsmen. Em And farther below Lake Ontario G D Asus2 Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, Em And the iron boats go as the mariners all know G D Asus2 with the Gales of November remembered. Em In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, G D Asus2 In the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral." Em The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times G D Asus2 For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. Em The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down G D Asus2 Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee". Em "Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead G D Asus2 When the 'Gales of November' come early!"