WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Chords | Ver. 1
Intro:
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V1
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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down,
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Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee.
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The lake it is said ne-ver gives up her dead,
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When the skies of November turn gloomy.
V2
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With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more,
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Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
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That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed,
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When the gales of November came early.
V3
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The ship was the pride of the A-merican side,
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Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
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As the big freighters go it was bigger than most,
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With a crew and good captain well seasoned.
V4
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Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms,
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When they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
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Then later that night when the ships bell rang,
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Could it be the North wind they'd been feelin?
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V5
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The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound,
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And a wave, broke over the railing.
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And every man knew as the captain did too,
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Twas the witch of November come stealin.
V6
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The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait,
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When the gales of November came slashing.
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When afternoon came it was freezing rain,
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In the face of a hurricane west wind.
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V7
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When suppertime came the old cook came on deck,
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Saying Fellas, it's too rough, to feed ya.
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At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in,
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He said Fellas, it's been good to know ya.
V8
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The captain wired in he had water coming in,
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And the good ship and crew was in peril.
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And later that nigh when his lights went outta sight,
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Came the wreck, of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
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V9
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Does any one know where the love of God goes,
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When the waves turn the minutes, to hours.
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The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay,
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If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
V10
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They may have split up or they might have capsized,
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They may have broke deep and took water.
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And all that remains is the faces and the names,
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Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
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V11:
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Lake Huron rolls Su-per-ior sings,
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In the rooms of her icewater mansion.
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Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams,
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The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
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And farther below-ow lake Ontario,
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Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
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And the iron boats go as the mariners all know,
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With the gales of November remembered.
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V13:
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In a musty old hall, in Detroit they prayed,
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In the maritime sailors cathedral.
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The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times,
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For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
V14:
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The legend lives on, from the Chippewa on down,
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Of the big lake they call gitche gumee.
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Superior they said, never gives up her dead,
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When the gales of November come early.
Outro:
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