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The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot - Guitar Chords

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            The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald chords
Gordon Lightfoot 1975 (Summertime Dream)

Capo II

A Em G D A  G D A

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

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

A Em G D A  G D A

    A                        Em
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
      G          D        A
And a wave broke over the railing
    A                      Em
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
         G          D           A
Twas the witch of November come stealin.
    A                      Em
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
         G          D           A
When the gales of November came slashing.
     A                     Em
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
       G         D         A
In the face of a hurricane west wind.


A Em G D A  G D A

     A                        Em
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck saying
G            D            A
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
   A                 Em
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
G            D            A
Fellas, it's been good to know ya
    A                       Em
The captain wired in he had water coming in
        G             D           A
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
    A                         Em
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
         G            D          A
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

A Em G D A  G D A

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

A Em G D A  G D A

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

A Em G D A  G D A 2x

     A                   Em
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
       G        D         A
In the maritime sailors cathedral.
    A                          Em
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
         G          D          A
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
    A                        Em
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
       G             D           A
Of the big lake they call gitche gumee.
A                          Em
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
         G          D           A
When the gales of November come early!

A Em G D A  G D A . . . .

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