Gordon Lightfoot – Edmund Fitzgerald chords

Edmund Fitzgerald by: Gordon Lightfoot
Chords By: RT237

Asus2                   EmThe legend lives on from the chippewa on down 
      G       D             Asus2Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"
                            EmThe lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
          G        D              Asus2When the skies of November turn gloomy
                                   EmWith a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more 
         G           D             Asus2Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
                              Em That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed 
           G        D              Asus2When the "Gales of November" came early. 

                              EmThe ship was the pride of the American side 

      G           D      Asus2Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
                                  EmAs the big freighters go, it was bigger than most 
      G           D         Asus2With a crew and good captain well seasoned
                              EmConcluding some terms with a couple of steel firms 
           G         D          Asus2When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
                              EmAnd later that night when the ship's bell rang 
        G          D             Asus2Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?


                             EmThe wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound 
      G       D       Asus2And a wave broke over the railing
                           EmAnd every man knew, as the captain did too, 
           G       D             Asus2T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
                           EmThe dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait 
        G      D           Asus2When the Gales of November came slashin'.
                           Em When afternoon came it was freezin' rain 
      G       D             Asus2In the face of a hurricane west wind.


                              EmWhen suppertime came, the old cook came on deck 
        G         D              Asus2Sayin’. "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya."
                     EmAt Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in', 
        G         D             Asus2he said "Fellas, it's been good t'know ya"
                            EmThe captain wired in he had water comin' in 
       G           D        Asus2and the good ship and crew was in peril.
                               EmAnd later that night when 'is lights went outta sight 
        G          D        Asus2Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.


                             EmDoes any one know where the love of God goes 
        G           D        Asus2When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
                                 EmThe searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay 
         G             D         Asus2If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
                                  EmThey might have split up or they might have capsized; 
     G           D           Asus2They may have broke deep and took water.
                            Em And all that remains is the faces and the names 
      G           D          Asus2Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.


                   EmLake Huron rolls, Superior sings 
      G          D       Asus2In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
                           EmOld Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; 
     G          D             Asus2The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
                  Em And farther below Lake Ontario 
     G          D           Asus2Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
                             EmAnd the iron boats go as the mariners all know 
        G      D       Asus2with the Gales of November remembered.

                        Em In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, 
       G      D       Asus2In the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
                                EmThe church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times 
          G         D           Asus2For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
                               EmThe legend lives on from the Chippewa on down 
      G           D          Asus2Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee".
                               Em"Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead 
         G      D             Asus2When the 'Gales of November' come early!"