Gordon Lightfoot Edmund Fitzgerald chords version 1
Edmund Fitzgerald by: Gordon Lightfoot Chords By: RT237Asus2 EmThe legend lives on from the chippewa on downG D Asus2Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"EmThe lake, it is said, never gives up her deadG D Asus2When the skies of November turn gloomyEmWith a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons moreG D Asus2Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.Em That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewedG D Asus2When the "Gales of November" came early.EmThe ship was the pride of the American sideG D Asus2Coming back from some mill in WisconsinEmAs the big freighters go, it was bigger than mostG D Asus2With a crew and good captain well seasonedEmConcluding some terms with a couple of steel firmsG D Asus2When they left fully loaded for ClevelandEmAnd later that night when the ship's bell rangG D Asus2Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?EmThe wind in the wires made a tattle-tale soundG D Asus2And a wave broke over the railingEmAnd 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 waitG D Asus2When the Gales of November came slashin'.Em When afternoon came it was freezin' rainG D Asus2In the face of a hurricane west wind.EmWhen suppertime came, the old cook came on deckG 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' inG D Asus2and the good ship and crew was in peril.EmAnd later that night when 'is lights went outta sightG D Asus2Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.EmDoes any one know where the love of God goesG D Asus2When the waves turn the minutes to hours?EmThe searches all say they'd have made Whitefish BayG 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 namesG D Asus2Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.EmLake Huron rolls, Superior singsG 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 OntarioG D Asus2Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,EmAnd the iron boats go as the mariners all knowG 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 timesG D Asus2For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.EmThe legend lives on from the Chippewa on downG D Asus2Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee".Em"Superior", they said, "never gives up her deadG D Asus2When the 'Gales of November' come early!"