Chords for Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

You got beat up by a_
[C] by a_
by a_
by a_
buggy.
[N] Really, a friend.
Barry Manilow beat us up.
He beat us up.
[Bm] I wrote_
I wrote the_
I write the [N] songs.
_ Freddie_
Freddie Fender_
Freddie Fender got locked in.
Freddie Fender?
He got locked in back here.
I always wondered if the_
if you're a deviator, do you really notice what was going on?
_ [C] The party would be_
I'm being a party story butcher in the afternoon.
[B] _ _ Here's the tune.
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ There's a little [F#m] girl that you brought down
From the big, [E] big, big old [B] cachier could be
_ _ The lake it is, silver, gives a pretty
[A] The skies of gold and [B] blue turn gloomy
_ And the load of iron, over 26 [F#m],000 tons of ore
Did the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weigh in _ _
That big ship [F#m] I'm sure was a long departure
The girls would know if [B] ever gave her leave _
The ship was a bride in the American [A] side
Coming back from some live in [B] Wisconsin
Like a big, big, old, old, smoker [F#m] of the coast
With a grown, good captain well seasoned
Her plugs [F#m] and turn with a couple of steel firms
With a dead, folded, [B] old, old, clay flag
And later that [F#m] night when the ship's down right
Could it be the north wind that [B] made her feel that _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _
The wind [F#] and the hot air made her challenging sight
The way it broke over [B] her head
And _ every [F#m] man that it did
Was a [E] witch and ghost in Britain's steel [B] land
_ The gun became lead [F#m] and the practice had no end
And the girls would [B] know if ever been smashed
And after the [F#m] game was won, prison break
The face of the girl [B] he went with
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
And some man's hand gave it [F#m] all
He'd always say, [E] I'm not a lester, I'm too [Bm] big
_ And said, if [F#m] ever a donkey was [E] his
He'd call him a slinger to do [Bm] that
The captain wired [F#m] in, he had a heart of an 18
The British [E] general grew [B] a cent barrel
And later that night when his license was [A] sighted
The wagon he had eaten with his [Bm] shiver
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The lady would know if ever the Lord God knows
With [E] the wave turned him [B] in just two hours
_ The searchers all said the big white [A] fish
Made him [E] fit in a 54 mile sinker
_ They might have split up, [F#m] or they might have capsized
They may have broken, they may have [B] took a water
And now the remains of the [F#m] face of the ladies
Of the wives and sons and daughters _ _ _
[B] _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ They cure all superior [F#m] sins
The [E] rump of her ice [B] water bent
All Michigan seems like a young men's dream
The highlands and the Joppa sportsmen
_ _ [F#] Her firms are lowly, _ [E] legs and wood lay [B] in the center
And the highland folks who [F#m] relish the never-song
With the gales of [E] November [B] remember
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Ever-lasting old holiday [F#m] joy that they bring
The [E] maritime [B] sailors' cathedral
_ The church bell-towers, lifted by 29 tanks
[A] Her old hands holding heaven, [B] the Fitz Chapel
The legend that's up in front of [F#m] the temple wall
Of the big, big, big, [B] old, big, ginger pig _
The [F#m] gales of November
And the gales of [B] November, November, November _
_ [Bm] _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
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