{t:Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald}
{st:Gordon Lightfoot}
{c:6/8 time}
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The [C]legend lives on from the [Gm]Chippewa on down
Of the [Bb]big lake they [F]called Gitche [C]Gumee [C]
The [C]lake, it is said, never [Gm]gives up her dead
When the [Bb]skies of [F]November turn [C]gloomy [C]
With a [C]load of iron ore twenty-six [Gm]thousand tons more
Than the [Bb]Edmund Fitz-[F]gerald weighed [C]empty [C]
That [C]good ship and true was a [Gm]bone to be chewed
When the [Bb]gales of No-[F]vember came [C]early [C]
The [C]ship was the pride of the A-[Gm]merican side
Coming [Bb]back from some [F]mill in Wis-[C]consin
As the [C]big freighters go, it was [Gm]bigger than most
With a [Bb]crew and good [F]captain well [C]seasoned
Con-[C]cluding some terms with a [Gm]couple of steel firms
When they [Bb]left fully [F]loaded for [C]Cleveland
And [C]later that night when the [Gm]ship’s bell rang
Could it [Bb]be the north [F]wind they’d been [C]feelin?
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The [C]wind in the wires made a [Gm]tattle-tale sound
And a [Bb]wave broke [F]over the [C]railing [C]
And [C]every man knew, as the [Gm]captain did too
‘Twas the [Bb]witch of No-[F]vember come [C]stealin [C]
The [C]dawn came late and the [Gm]breakfast had to wait
When the [Bb]gales of No-[F]vember came [C]slashing
When [C]afternoon came it was [Gm]freezing rain
In the [Bb]face of a [F]hurricane [C]west wind
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When [C]suppertime came, the old [Gm]cook came on deck saying
[Bb]Fellas, it’s [F]too rough to [C]feed ya [C]
At [C]seven p.m. a main [Gm]hatchway caved in, he said
[Bb]Fellas, it’s [F]been good to [C]know ya [C]
The [C]captain wired in he had [Gm]water coming in
And the [Bb]good ship and [F]crew was in [C]peril
And [C]later that night when his [Gm]lights went outta sight
Came the [Bb]wreck of the [F]Edmund Fitz-[C]gerald
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Does [C]anyone know where the [Gm]love of God goes
When the [Bb]waves turn the [F]minutes to [C]hours? [C]
The [C]searchers all say they’d have [Gm]made Whitefish Bay
If they’d [Bb]put fifteen [F]more miles be-[C]hind her [C]
They [C]might have split up or they [Gm]might have capsized
They [Bb]may have broke [F]deep and took [C]water
And [C]all that remains is the [Gm]faces and the names
Of the [Bb]wives and the [F]sons and the [C]daughters
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[C]Lake Huron rolls, Su-[Gm]perior sings
In the [Bb]rooms of her [F]ice-water [C]mansion
Old [C]Michigan steams like a [Gm]young man’s dreams
The [Bb]islands and [F]bays are for [C]sportsmen [C]
And [C]farther below Lake On-[Gm]tario
Takes [Bb]in what Lake [F]Erie can [C]send her
And the [C]iron boats go as the [Gm]mariners all know
With the [Bb]gales of No-[F]vember re-[C]membered
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In a [C]musty old hall in De-[Gm]troit they prayed
In the [Bb]maritime [F]sailors ca-[C]thedral [C]
The [C]church bell chimed till it rang [Gm]twenty-nine times
For each [Bb]man on the [F]Edmund Fitz-[C]gerald [C]
The [C]legend lives on from the [Gm]Chippewa on down
Of the [Bb]big lake they [F]call Gitche [C]Gumee [C]
Su-[C]perior, they said, never [Gm]gives up her dead
When the [Bb]gales of No-[F]vember come [C]early!
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{t:Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald}
