• Song:

    Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

  • Artist:

    Gordon Lightfoot

  • Album:

    Gord's Gold Vol.2

 (strum up on the first three chords)
   E (022100@1)                       GThe (320003@1)legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
   D (xx0232@1)                    Eto (022100@1)the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
    E (022100@1)                     G (320003@1)
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
     D (xx0232@1)                        EWhen (022100@1)the skies of November turn gloomy

     E (022100@1)                  GWith (320003@1)a load of iron ore -26,ooo tons more
     D (xx0232@1)                    Ethan (022100@1)the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
    E (022100@1)                       GThat (320003@1)good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
    D (xx0232@1)                    EWhen (022100@1)the gales of November came early

    E (022100@1)                       GThe (320003@1)ship was the pride of the American side
     D (xx0232@1)                      Ecoming (022100@1)back from some mill in Wisconson
   E (022100@1)                          GAs (320003@1)the big freighters go it was bigger than most.
    D (xx0232@1)                     EWith (022100@1)a crew and the captain well seasoned.

    E (022100@1)                       GConcluding (320003@1)some terms with a couple of steel firms
     D (xx0232@1)                         EWhen (022100@1)they left fully loaded for Cleveland,
   E (022100@1)                         Gand (320003@1)later that night when the ships bell rang,
     D (xx0232@1)                               Ecould (022100@1)it be the North wind they'd been feeling.

    E (022100@1)                      GThe (320003@1)wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
    D (xx0232@1)                   Eand (022100@1)a wave broke over the railing.
     E (022100@1)               GEvery (320003@1)man knew, as the captain did, too,
     D (xx0232@1)                         ET'was (022100@1)the witch of November came stealing.

    E (022100@1)                    GThe (320003@1)dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
    D (xx0232@1)                         Ewhen (022100@1)the gales of November came slashing.
    E (022100@1)                    GWhen (320003@1)afternoon came it was freezing rain
   D (xx0232@1)                     Ein (022100@1)the face if a hurricane west wind.

     E (022100@1)                      GWhen (320003@1)supper time came the old cook came on deck,
      D (xx0232@1)                      ESaying (022100@1)fellas it's to rough to feed ya.
  E (022100@1)                  GAt (320003@1)7PM a main hatchway caved in.
   D (xx0232@1)                           EHe (022100@1)said fellas it's been good to know ya.

   E (022100@1)                GThe (320003@1)captain wired in, he had water coming in,
    D (xx0232@1)                            Eand (022100@1)the good ship and crew were in peril.
     E (022100@1)                  GLater (320003@1)that night when his lights went out of sight
    D (xx0232@1)                      Ecame (022100@1)the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

     E (022100@1)                   GDoes (320003@1)anyone know where the love of God goes,
    D (xx0232@1)                        EWhen (022100@1)the words turn minutes to hours.
    E (022100@1)                           G (320003@1)The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
   D (xx0232@1)                        EIf (022100@1)they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

     E (022100@1)                     GThey (320003@1)might have split up and they might have capsized.
     D (xx0232@1)                     EThey (022100@1)may have broke deep and took water.
    E (022100@1)                 GAll (320003@1)that remains is the faces and the names
   D (xx0232@1)                            Eof (022100@1)the wives and the sons and the daughters. 

    E (022100@1)           GLake (320003@1)Huron rolls, Superior sings
   D (xx0232@1)                        Ein (022100@1)the ruins of her ice water mansion.
   E (022100@1)                     GOld (320003@1)michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
    D (xx0232@1)                      Ethe (022100@1)islands and bays are for sportsmen.

    E (022100@1)           GAnd (320003@1)farther below Lake Ontario
     D (xx0232@1)                     Etakes (022100@1)in what Lake Erie can send her
    E (022100@1)                      Gand (320003@1)the iron boats go as the mariners all know
    D (xx0232@1)                    Ewith (022100@1)the gales of November remembered. 

   E (022100@1)                 GIn (320003@1)a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
  D (xx0232@1)                   Ein (022100@1)the Maritime Sailors Cathedral
   E (022100@1)                   GThe (320003@1)church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
    D (xx0232@1)                    Efor (022100@1)each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

    E (022100@1)                      GThe (320003@1)legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
   D (xx0232@1)                           Eto (022100@1)the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.
       E (022100@1)                  GSuperior, (320003@1)they said, never gives up her dead
     D (xx0232@1)                        Ewhen (022100@1)the gales of november come early.

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