{t:Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald}{st:Gordon Lightfoot}{c:6/8 time}{c:|NTRO: [C]/ [Gm]/ [Bb] [F]/ [C]/ [Bb]/ [F]/ [C]/ [C]}The [C]legend lives on from the [Gm]Chippewa on downOf the [Bb]big lake they [F]called Gitche [C]Gumee [C]The [C]lake, it is said, never [Gm]gives up her deadWhen the [Bb]skies of [F]November turn [C]gloomy [C]With a [C]load of iron ore twenty-six [Gm]thousand tons moreThan the [Bb]Edmund Fitz-[F]gerald weighed [C]empty [C]That [C]good ship and true was a [Gm]bone to be chewedWhen the [Bb]gales of No-[F]vember came [C]early [C]The [C]ship was the pride of the A-[Gm]merican sideComing [Bb]back from some [F]mill in Wis-[C]consinAs the [C]big freighters go, it was [Gm]bigger than mostWith a [Bb]crew and good [F]captain well [C]seasonedCon-[C]cluding some terms with a [Gm]couple of steel firmsWhen they [Bb]left fully [F]loaded for [C]ClevelandAnd [C]later that night when the [Gm]ship’s bell rangCould it [Bb]be the north [F]wind they’d been [C]feelin?|: [C]/ [Gm]/ [Bb] [F]/ [C]/ [C]The [C]wind in the wires made a [Gm]tattle-tale soundAnd a [Bb]wave broke [F]over the [C]railing [C]And [C]every man knew, as the [Gm]captain did too‘Twas the [Bb]witch of No-[F]vember come [C]stealin [C]The [C]dawn came late and the [Gm]breakfast had to waitWhen the [Bb]gales of No-[F]vember came [C]slashingWhen [C]afternoon came it was [Gm]freezing rainIn the [Bb]face of a [F]hurricane [C]west wind|: [C]/ [Gm]/ [Bb] [F]/ [C]/ [Bb]/ [F]/ [C]/ [C]When [C]suppertime came, the old [Gm]cook came on deck saying[Bb]Fellas, it’s [F]too rough to [C]feed ya [C]At [C]seven p.m. a main [Gm]hatchway caved in, he said[Bb]Fellas, it’s [F]been good to [C]know ya [C]The [C]captain wired in he had [Gm]water coming inAnd the [Bb]good ship and [F]crew was in [C]perilAnd [C]later that night when his [Gm]lights went outta sightCame the [Bb]wreck of the [F]Edmund Fitz-[C]gerald|: [C]/ [Gm]/ [Bb] [F]/ [C]/ [Bb]/ [F]/ [C]/ [C]Does [C]anyone know where the [Gm]love of God goesWhen the [Bb]waves turn the [F]minutes to [C]hours? [C]The [C]searchers all say they’d have [Gm]made Whitefish BayIf they’d [Bb]put fifteen [F]more miles be-[C]hind her [C]They [C]might have split up or they [Gm]might have capsizedThey [Bb]may have broke [F]deep and took [C]waterAnd [C]all that remains is the [Gm]faces and the namesOf the [Bb]wives and the [F]sons and the [C]daughters|: [C]/ [Gm]/ [Bb] [F]/ [C]/ [Bb]/ [F]/ [C]/ [C][C]Lake Huron rolls, Su-[Gm]perior singsIn the [Bb]rooms of her [F]ice-water [C]mansionOld [C]Michigan steams like a [Gm]young man’s dreamsThe [Bb]islands and [F]bays are for [C]sportsmen [C]And [C]farther below Lake On-[Gm]tarioTakes [Bb]in what Lake [F]Erie can [C]send herAnd the [C]iron boats go as the [Gm]mariners all knowWith the [Bb]gales of No-[F]vember re-[C]membered|: [C]/ [Gm]/ [Bb] [F]/ [C]/ [Bb]/ [F]/ [C]/ [C]In a [C]musty old hall in De-[Gm]troit they prayedIn the [Bb]maritime [F]sailors ca-[C]thedral [C]The [C]church bell chimed till it rang [Gm]twenty-nine timesFor each [Bb]man on the [F]Edmund Fitz-[C]gerald [C]The [C]legend lives on from the [Gm]Chippewa on downOf the [Bb]big lake they [F]call Gitche [C]Gumee [C]Su-[C]perior, they said, never [Gm]gives up her deadWhen the [Bb]gales of No-[F]vember come [C]early!|: [C]/ [Gm]/ [Bb] [F]/ [C]/ [Bb]/ [F]/ [C]/ [C]↓{t:Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald}
