Gordon Lightfoot - Edmund Fitzgerald chords version 1

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Edmund Fitzgerald by: Gordon Lightfoot
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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!"
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