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The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald v1 Gordon Lightfoot
Chords used: B F# A E
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Intro:
[B] [F#] [A] [E] [B] [A] [E] [B]
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[B]The legend lives on from the [F#]Chippewa on down
of the [A]big lake they [E]called "Gitche [B]Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never [F#]gives up her dead
when the [A]skies of [E]November turn [B]gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six [F#]thousand tons more
than the [A]Edmund [E]Fitzgerald weighed [B]empty,
that good ship and true was a [F#]bone to be chewed
when the "[A]Gales of [E]November" came [B]early.
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BRIDGE 1
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The [B]ship was the pride of the [F#]American side
coming [A]back from some [E]mill in [B]Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was [F#]bigger than most
with a [A]crew and good [E]captain well [B]seasoned,
concluding some terms with a [F#]couple of steel firms
when they [A]left fully [E]loaded for [B]Cleveland.
And later that night when the [F#]ship's bell rang,
could it [A]be the north [E]wind they'd been [B]feelin'?
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BRIDGE 2
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The wind in the wires made a [F#]tattle-tale sound
and a [A]wave broke [E]over the [B]railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the [F#]captain did too
'twas the [A]witch of [E]November come [B]stealin'.
The dawn came late and the [F#]breakfast had to wait
when the [A]Gales of [E]November came [B]slashin'.
When afternoon came it was [F#]freezin' rain
in the [A]face of a [E]hurricane [B]west wind.
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BRIDGE 2
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When suppertime came the old [F#]cook came on deck sayin'.
"[A]Fellas, it's [E]too rough t'[B]feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main [F#]hatchway caved in; he said,
"[A]Fellas, it's [E]bin good t'[B]know ya!"
The captain wired in he had [F#]water comin' in
and the [A]good ship and [E]crew was in [B]peril.
And later that night when 'is [F#]lights went outta sight
came the [A]wreck of the [E]Edmund Fitz[B]gerald.
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BRIDGE 2
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Does any one know where the [F#]love of God goes
when the [A]waves turn the [E]minutes to [B]hours?
The searchers all say they'd have [F#]made Whitefish Bay
if they'd [A]put fifteen [E]more miles be[B]hind 'er.
They might have split up or they [F#]might have capsized;
they [A]may have broke [E]deep and took [B]water.
And all that remains is the [F#]faces and the names
of the [A]wives and the [E]sons and the [B]daughters.
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BRIDGE 2
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BRIDGE 2
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Lake Huron rolls, Su[F#]perior sings
in the [A]rooms of her [E]ice-water [B]mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a [F#]young man's dreams;
the [A]islands and [E]bays are for [B]sportsmen.
And farther below Lake [F#]Ontario
takes [A]in what Lake [E]Erie can [B]send her,
And the iron boats go as the [F#]mariners all know
with the [A]Gales of No[E]vember re[B]membered.
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BRIDGE 2
LICK 1
BRIDGE 2
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In a musty old hall in [F#]Detroit they prayed,
in the "[A]Maritime [E]Sailors' [B]Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang [F#]twenty-nine times
for each [A]man on the [E]Edmund Fitz[B]gerald.
The [B]legend lives on from the [F#]Chippewa on down
of the [A]big lake they [E]call "Gitche [B]Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never [F#]gives up her dead
when the [A]gales of No[E]vember come [B]early!"
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BRIDGE 2
LICK 1
BRIDGE 2 ... REPEAT...
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Transposed: Feb 18, 2003.
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