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The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Gordon Lightfoot

Note:  Use a capo on the second fret to play in tune with the record.

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


Asus2                                      Em
The ship was the pride of the American side
               G                         D         Asus2
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
Asus2                                           Em
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
              G                        D                   Asus2
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Asus2                                         Em
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
                     G              D               Asus2
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
Asus2                                         Em
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
               G                    D                 Asus2
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
 
Solo ????

Asus2                                          Em
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
            G                   D            Asus2
And a wave broke over the railing
Asus2                                       Em
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
                 G             D                           Asus2
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
Asus2                                      Em
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
                  G             D                          Asus2
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
Asus2                             Em
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
            G              D              Asus2
In the face of a hurricane west wind.


Asus2                                                    Em
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
G                   D                  Asus2
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya."
Asus2                           Em                    
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in', he said
G                  D                  Asus2
"Fellas, it's been good t'know ya"
Asus2                                     Em
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
                 G                       D                  Asus2
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
Asus2                                        Em
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
                 G                     D            Asus2 
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.


Asus2                                           Em
Does any one know where the love of God goes
                   G                         D                Asus2
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
Asus2                                Em 
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
                   G                 D               Asus2
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
Asus2                                       Em
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
             G                   D            Asus2
May have broke deep and took water.
Asus2                             Em
And all that remains is the faces and the names
           G                  D                  Asus2
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.


Asus2                   Em
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
          G             D                Asus2
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Asus2                       Em
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
      G                D               Asus2
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
Asus2                  Em
And farther below Lake Ontario
G                   D                    Asus2
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
Asus2                                  Em
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
              G             D              Asus2
With the Gales of November remembered.


Asus2                      Em
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
          G             D         Asus2
In the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
Asus2                                        Em
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
              G               D           Asus2
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Asus2                                  Em
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
           G                  D               Asus2
Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee".
Asus2                                         Em
"Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead
                G            D               Asus2
When the 'Gales of November' come early!"

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