Chords:
{t:Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald, The }
{artist: Gordon Lightfoot}
{key: G}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuzTkGyxkYI B so Capo 2
{c: Ends of line A can be twiddled with Asus2}
[A]/ [Em]/ [D]/ [A] [D]/ [A]
The [A] legend lives on from the [Em] Chippewa on down
Of the [G] big lake they [D] called "Gitche [A] Gumee"
The lake, it is said, never [Em] gives up her dead
When the [G] skies of No-[D]vember turn [A] gloomy
With a [A] load of iron ore twenty-six [Em] thousand tons more
Than the [G] Edmund Fitz-[D]gerald weighed [A] empty
That good [A] ship and crew was a [Em] bone to be chewed
When the "[G] Gales of No-[D]vember" came [A] early
The [A] ship was the pride of the [Em] American side
Coming [G] back from some [D] mill in Wis-[A]consin
As the [A] big freighters go, it was [Em] bigger than most
With a [G] crew and good [D] captain well [A] seasoned
Con-[A]cluding some terms with a [Em] couple of steel firms
When they [G] left fully [D] loaded for [A] Cleveland
And [A] later that night when the [Em] ship's bell rang
Could it [G] be the north [D] wind they'd been [A] feelin'?
[A] [G] [D] [A]
The [A] wind in the wires made a [Em] tattle-tale sound
And a [G] wave broke [D] over the [A] railing
And [A] every man knew, as the [Em] captain did too
T'was the [G] witch of No-[D]vember come [A] stealin'
The [A] dawn came late and the [Em] breakfast had to wait
When the [G] Gales of No-[D]vember came [A] slashin'
When [A] afternoon came it was [Em] freezin' rain
In the [G] face of a [D] hurricane [A] west wind
[A] [G] [D] [A]
[A] [D] [A]
When [A] suppertime came, the old [Em] cook came on deck
Sayin', "[G] Fellas, it's [D] too rough to [A] feed ya."
At [A] seven P.M. a main [Em] hatchway caved in'
He said "[G] Fellas, it's [D] been good t'[A] know ya"
The captain wired in he had [Em] water comin' in
And the [G] good ship and [D] crew was in [A] peril
And [A] later that night when 'is [Em] lights went outta sight
Came the [G] wreck of the [D] Edmund Fitz-[A]gerald
[A] [G] [D] [A]
[A] [D] [A]
[A] [A]
Does anyone know where the [Em] love of God goes
When the [G] waves turn the [D] minutes to [A] hours?
The [A] searchers all say they'd have [Em] made Whitefish Bay
If they'd [G] put fifteen more [D] miles be-[A] hind her
They [A] might have split up or they [Em] might have capsized;
They [G] may have broke [D] deep and took [A] water
And [A] all that remains is the [Em] faces and the names
Of the [G] wives and the [D] sons and the [A] daughters
[A] [G] [D] [A]
[G] [A] [D] [A]
Lake Huron rolls, Su-[Em]perior sings
In the [G] rooms of her [D] ice-water [A] mansion
Old [A] Michigan steams like a [Em] young man's dreams;
The [G] islands and [D] bays are for [A] sportsmen
And [A] farther below Lake On-[Em]tario
Takes [G] in what Lake [D] Erie can [A] send her
And the [A] iron boats go as the [Em] mariners all know
with the [G] Gales of No[D]vember re-[A]membered
[A] [G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A] [A]
[A] [A]
In a [A] musty old hall in De-[Em]troit they prayed
In the "[G] Maritime [D] Sailors' Ca-[A]thedral."
The [A] church bell chimed till it rang [Em] twenty-nine times
For each [G] man on the [D] Edmund Fitz-[A]gerald
The [A] legend lives on from the [Em] Chippewa on down
Of the [G] big lake they [D] call "Gitche [A] Gumee"
"Su-[A]perior", they said, "never [Em] gives up her dead
When the '[G] Gales of No-[D]vember' come [A] early!"
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[A] [G] [D] [A] .
[G] [D] [A] [A] .
