The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Chords

From: mfifer@merle.acns.nwu.edu (Matthew Fifer)
Subject: CRD: Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot
 
THE FULL, CORRECT "WRECK OF THE EDMUND FITZGERALD" BY GORDON LIGHTFOOT
 
(originally posted by Brian Ross, then messed and fixed by Matthew Fifer)
I just took this excellent work and expanded chords over all the verses.
 
Note:  capo2 to play with the record.
A11 x02233 or  xx0430 hammer on the high e xx0433 xx432 xx430 to D
 
[Intro]
 Asus2  A11  Dsus4  D
 Asus2  A11  D  Asus2
 
[Verses 1]
    Asus2                    Em
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down of the
G             D              Asus2
Big lake they called "Gitche Gumee"
                             Em
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
         G          D           Asus2
When the skies of November turn gloomy
       Asus2                       Em
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
         G      D                  Asus2
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
                              Em
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
          G         D             Asus2
When the "Gales of November" came early.
 
[Bridge]
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[Verses 2]
    Asus2                     Em
The ship was the pride of the American side
G                     D       Asus2
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
                                 Em
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
       G             D            Asus2
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
  Asus2                      Em
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
          G          D          Asus2
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland                                        
                              Em
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
         G            D                Asus2
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
 
[Bridge]
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[Verses 3]
    Asus2                    Em
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
      G          D        Asus2
And a wave broke over the railing
                           Em
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
          G        D             Asus2
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
    Asus2                  Em
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
         G        D             Asus2
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
                           Em
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
       G         D         Asus2
In the face of a hurricane west wind.
 
[Bridge]
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[Verses 4]
     Asus2                    Em
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
G             D            Asus2
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya."
                     Em
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in', he said
G             D           Asus2
"Fellas, it's been good t'know ya"
    Asus2                   Em
The captain wired in he had water comin' in 
        G             D           Asus2
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
                              Em
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
         G            D      Asus2
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
 
[Bridge]
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[Verses 5]
     Asus2                 Em
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
         G              D          Asus2
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
                                  Em
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
          G           D            Asus2
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
     Asus2                       Em
They might have split up or they might have capsized; 
     G              D             Asus2
They May have broke deep and took water.
                            Em
And all that remains is the faces and the names
       G             D            Asus2
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
 
[Bridge]
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[Verses 6]
     Asus2                 Em
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
       G             D        Asus2
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
                           Em
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
      G         D           Asus2
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
    Asus2              Em
And farther below Lake Ontario
      G             D       Asus2
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
                             Em
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
         G        D           Asus2
With the Gales of November remembered.
 
[Bridge]
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[Verses 7]
     Asus2             Em
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
        G        D           Asus2
In the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
                                    Em
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
         G          D           Asus2
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
    Asus2                    Em
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
       G             D              Asus2
Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee".
                              Em
"Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead
          G          D            Asus2
When the 'Gales of November' come early!"
 
[Outro]
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