The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Chords by Headstones
Tempo:
74 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
D
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [E] [Em] [G] [D] [A]
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
The legend lives on from [Em] the Chippewa on down of [G] the big lake [D] they call [A] Gitche Gume.
The lake it is shed never [Em] gives up her dead when [G] the skies of [D] November turn [A] blue, babe.
With a load iron ore [Em] 26,000 tons more than [G] the Edmund [D] Fitzgerald [A] weighed empty, the good
shipping crew were [Em] a bone to [G] be chewed when the gears of [D] November [A] came early.
The ship was the pride of the [Em] American side coming [G] back from [D] some mill in [A] Wisconsin.
As big freighters go it [Em] was bigger than most where [G] the crew and [D] good captain were [A] seasoned,
including some terms where [E] the couple sealed [G] firms when they left [D] fully loaded [A] to Cleveland.
Late that night when [Em] the ship's bell rang, could [G] it be the [D] north wind they'd [A] been feeling?
[Em]
[G] [D] [A] [G] [D]
[A] The wind and the wires made [Em] a tattletale sound and [G] a wave [D] broke over [A] the railing.
And every man knew as [Em] the captain did too was [G] the witch in [D] November [A] from stealing.
The dawn came late, [Em] records had to wait when [G] the gears of [D] November [A] came slashing.
When afternoon came it [Em] was all freezing rain in [G] the face of [D] a hurricane [A] west wind.
Summertime came, the [Em] cook came on deck saying, [G] fellas [D] it's too rough [A] for feature.
At 7 p.m. a [Em] man hatched what came did he [G] said, fellas [D] it's been good [A] you know ya.
The captain wired in, he [Em] had water coming in, [G] the good shipping [D] crew were [A] in peril.
Later that night when [Em] his lights went out of sight came [G] the wreck of [D] the Edmund [A] Fitzgerald.
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
Does anyone know where [Em] the love of God goes when [G] the waves turn [D] the minutes [A] to hours?
The searchers all say [Em] they'd have made Whitefish Bay if [G] they'd put [D] 15 more miles [A] behind her.
They might have split up or [Em] they might have capsized, [G] that man [D] broke deep into [A] water.
And all that remains are [Em] the faces and names of [G] the wives and [D] the sons and [A] the daughter.
[Em] [G] [D] [A] [G]
[D] [A] Lake Huron [G] rolls, Superior sings in the [D] ruins of her ice [A] water mansion.
Old Michigan [G] steams like a young man's dreams, the [D] islands and [A] bays of a sportsman.
Far below Lake [G] Ontario takes in [D] what Lake [A] Erie can cinder.
The iron boats go [G] as the mariners all know, when the [D] gears of [A] November have burned.
In a musty old hall [Em] in Detroit where they [G] prayed, in the maritime [D] sailors [A] cathedral.
The church bells [Em] chimed it rang 29 [G] times for each man on [D] the Edmund [A] Fitzgerald.
[Em] [G] [D]
[A] [G] [D] [A]
Legend lives [Em] on from the Chippewa on down [G] of the big [D] lake they [A] called Gitche Gumay.
The lake it is said [G] never gives up her dead when the [D] skies of November [A] turn gloomy.
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
The legend lives on from [Em] the Chippewa on down of [G] the big lake [D] they call [A] Gitche Gume.
The lake it is shed never [Em] gives up her dead when [G] the skies of [D] November turn [A] blue, babe.
With a load iron ore [Em] 26,000 tons more than [G] the Edmund [D] Fitzgerald [A] weighed empty, the good
shipping crew were [Em] a bone to [G] be chewed when the gears of [D] November [A] came early.
The ship was the pride of the [Em] American side coming [G] back from [D] some mill in [A] Wisconsin.
As big freighters go it [Em] was bigger than most where [G] the crew and [D] good captain were [A] seasoned,
including some terms where [E] the couple sealed [G] firms when they left [D] fully loaded [A] to Cleveland.
Late that night when [Em] the ship's bell rang, could [G] it be the [D] north wind they'd [A] been feeling?
[Em]
[G] [D] [A] [G] [D]
[A] The wind and the wires made [Em] a tattletale sound and [G] a wave [D] broke over [A] the railing.
And every man knew as [Em] the captain did too was [G] the witch in [D] November [A] from stealing.
The dawn came late, [Em] records had to wait when [G] the gears of [D] November [A] came slashing.
When afternoon came it [Em] was all freezing rain in [G] the face of [D] a hurricane [A] west wind.
Summertime came, the [Em] cook came on deck saying, [G] fellas [D] it's too rough [A] for feature.
At 7 p.m. a [Em] man hatched what came did he [G] said, fellas [D] it's been good [A] you know ya.
The captain wired in, he [Em] had water coming in, [G] the good shipping [D] crew were [A] in peril.
Later that night when [Em] his lights went out of sight came [G] the wreck of [D] the Edmund [A] Fitzgerald.
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
Does anyone know where [Em] the love of God goes when [G] the waves turn [D] the minutes [A] to hours?
The searchers all say [Em] they'd have made Whitefish Bay if [G] they'd put [D] 15 more miles [A] behind her.
They might have split up or [Em] they might have capsized, [G] that man [D] broke deep into [A] water.
And all that remains are [Em] the faces and names of [G] the wives and [D] the sons and [A] the daughter.
[Em] [G] [D] [A] [G]
[D] [A] Lake Huron [G] rolls, Superior sings in the [D] ruins of her ice [A] water mansion.
Old Michigan [G] steams like a young man's dreams, the [D] islands and [A] bays of a sportsman.
Far below Lake [G] Ontario takes in [D] what Lake [A] Erie can cinder.
The iron boats go [G] as the mariners all know, when the [D] gears of [A] November have burned.
In a musty old hall [Em] in Detroit where they [G] prayed, in the maritime [D] sailors [A] cathedral.
The church bells [Em] chimed it rang 29 [G] times for each man on [D] the Edmund [A] Fitzgerald.
[Em] [G] [D]
[A] [G] [D] [A]
Legend lives [Em] on from the Chippewa on down [G] of the big [D] lake they [A] called Gitche Gumay.
The lake it is said [G] never gives up her dead when the [D] skies of November [A] turn gloomy.
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[A] _ _ [E] _ [Em] _ [G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
The legend lives on from [Em] the Chippewa on down of [G] the big lake [D] they call [A] Gitche Gume.
The lake it is shed never [Em] gives up her dead when [G] the skies of [D] November turn [A] blue, babe.
With a load iron ore [Em] 26,000 tons more than [G] the Edmund [D] Fitzgerald [A] weighed empty, the good
shipping crew were [Em] a bone to [G] be chewed when the gears of [D] November [A] came early.
The _ ship was the pride of the [Em] American side coming [G] back from [D] some mill in [A] Wisconsin.
As big freighters go it [Em] was bigger than most where [G] the crew and [D] good captain were [A] seasoned,
including some terms where [E] the couple sealed [G] firms when they left [D] fully loaded [A] to Cleveland.
Late that night when [Em] the ship's bell rang, could [G] it be the [D] north wind they'd [A] been feeling?
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ The wind and the wires made [Em] a tattletale sound and [G] a wave [D] broke over [A] the railing.
And every man knew as [Em] the captain did too was [G] the witch in [D] November [A] from stealing.
The dawn came late, [Em] records had to wait when [G] the gears of [D] November [A] came slashing.
When afternoon came it [Em] was all freezing rain in [G] the face of [D] a hurricane [A] west wind.
_ _ Summertime came, the [Em] cook came on deck saying, [G] fellas [D] it's too rough [A] for feature.
At 7 p.m. a [Em] man hatched what came did he [G] said, fellas [D] it's been good [A] you know ya.
The captain wired in, he [Em] had water coming in, [G] the good shipping [D] crew were [A] in peril.
Later that night when [Em] his lights went out of sight came [G] the wreck of [D] the Edmund [A] Fitzgerald. _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Does anyone know where [Em] the love of God goes when [G] the waves turn [D] the minutes [A] to hours?
The searchers all say [Em] they'd have made Whitefish Bay if [G] they'd put [D] 15 more miles [A] behind her.
They might have split up or [Em] they might have capsized, [G] that man [D] broke deep into [A] water.
And all that remains are [Em] the faces and names of [G] the wives and [D] the sons and [A] the daughter. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ Lake Huron [G] rolls, Superior sings in the [D] ruins of her ice [A] water mansion.
Old Michigan [G] steams like a young man's dreams, the [D] islands and [A] bays of a sportsman.
Far below Lake [G] Ontario takes in [D] what Lake [A] Erie can cinder.
The iron boats go [G] as the mariners all know, when the [D] gears of [A] November have burned.
_ _ In a musty old hall [Em] in Detroit where they [G] prayed, in the maritime [D] sailors [A] cathedral.
The church bells [Em] chimed it rang 29 [G] times for each man on [D] the Edmund [A] Fitzgerald. _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ Legend lives [Em] on from the Chippewa on down [G] of the big [D] lake they [A] called Gitche Gumay.
The lake it is said [G] never gives up her dead when the [D] skies of November [A] turn gloomy. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
The legend lives on from [Em] the Chippewa on down of [G] the big lake [D] they call [A] Gitche Gume.
The lake it is shed never [Em] gives up her dead when [G] the skies of [D] November turn [A] blue, babe.
With a load iron ore [Em] 26,000 tons more than [G] the Edmund [D] Fitzgerald [A] weighed empty, the good
shipping crew were [Em] a bone to [G] be chewed when the gears of [D] November [A] came early.
The _ ship was the pride of the [Em] American side coming [G] back from [D] some mill in [A] Wisconsin.
As big freighters go it [Em] was bigger than most where [G] the crew and [D] good captain were [A] seasoned,
including some terms where [E] the couple sealed [G] firms when they left [D] fully loaded [A] to Cleveland.
Late that night when [Em] the ship's bell rang, could [G] it be the [D] north wind they'd [A] been feeling?
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ The wind and the wires made [Em] a tattletale sound and [G] a wave [D] broke over [A] the railing.
And every man knew as [Em] the captain did too was [G] the witch in [D] November [A] from stealing.
The dawn came late, [Em] records had to wait when [G] the gears of [D] November [A] came slashing.
When afternoon came it [Em] was all freezing rain in [G] the face of [D] a hurricane [A] west wind.
_ _ Summertime came, the [Em] cook came on deck saying, [G] fellas [D] it's too rough [A] for feature.
At 7 p.m. a [Em] man hatched what came did he [G] said, fellas [D] it's been good [A] you know ya.
The captain wired in, he [Em] had water coming in, [G] the good shipping [D] crew were [A] in peril.
Later that night when [Em] his lights went out of sight came [G] the wreck of [D] the Edmund [A] Fitzgerald. _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Does anyone know where [Em] the love of God goes when [G] the waves turn [D] the minutes [A] to hours?
The searchers all say [Em] they'd have made Whitefish Bay if [G] they'd put [D] 15 more miles [A] behind her.
They might have split up or [Em] they might have capsized, [G] that man [D] broke deep into [A] water.
And all that remains are [Em] the faces and names of [G] the wives and [D] the sons and [A] the daughter. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ Lake Huron [G] rolls, Superior sings in the [D] ruins of her ice [A] water mansion.
Old Michigan [G] steams like a young man's dreams, the [D] islands and [A] bays of a sportsman.
Far below Lake [G] Ontario takes in [D] what Lake [A] Erie can cinder.
The iron boats go [G] as the mariners all know, when the [D] gears of [A] November have burned.
_ _ In a musty old hall [Em] in Detroit where they [G] prayed, in the maritime [D] sailors [A] cathedral.
The church bells [Em] chimed it rang 29 [G] times for each man on [D] the Edmund [A] Fitzgerald. _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ Legend lives [Em] on from the Chippewa on down [G] of the big [D] lake they [A] called Gitche Gumay.
The lake it is said [G] never gives up her dead when the [D] skies of November [A] turn gloomy. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _