Chords for Joe Mills - The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald (Gordon Lightfoot - Cover)

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legend lives on [F#m] from a chip of worn [A] down, All the big [E] leg they call Gitche [B] Gumee. _ _ _
The lady [F#m] said never give supper did, [A] When the [E] skies of November [B] turned gloomy. _ _ _
[F#m] Where the load of iron o'er 26,000 tons more, [C#m] Than the Edmund [E] [B] Fitzgerald weighed empty.
The good ship and crew [F#m] was a-born to be due, [A] When the gales [E] of November [B] came early.
_ _ _ The ship was a [F#m] bride of the American side, [A] Coming back from [E] some [B] mill in Wisconsin.
_ As the big [F#m] freighters go it was bigger than [A] most, Where the crew [E] didn't get [B] the season. _
Including some [F#m] terms with a couple of steel firms, [A] When they [E] left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland.
_ Later that [F#m] night when the ship's bell [A] rang, Could it be [E] the [B] north wind they'd been feeling? _
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_ _ _ _ The [F#m] wind and the wires made a tattle-tale [A] sound, And the [E] wave broke [B] over the railing.
_ _ _ [F#m] They remind you as a captain did too, [A] It was the witch of [E] November [B] came stealing.
_ _ _ The [F#m] dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait, [A] And the gales [E] of [B] November came slashing.
When [F#m] afternoon came it was freezing rain, [C#m] In the face of [E] the [B] hurricane west wind. _ _ _
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When supper time came [F#m] the old cook came on deck, [A] Saying fellas [E] it's [B] too rough to feed you. _ _ _ _
[F#m] At 7pm a man at your way gave date, [A] He said fellas [E] it's been [B] good to know you. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] Captain Warden he had water coming [A] in, And the [E] good ship and crew [B] was in peril.
And later that [F#m] night when his lights went out [A] sight, Came the wreck [E] of the Edmund [B] _ [F#m]
Fitzgerald.
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_ _ _ _ [F#m] Does anyone know where the love of God goes, [C#m] When the [E] waves turn a minute [B] to hours?
_ _ _ _ [F#m] Searchers all say they'd have made whitefish [A] bake, If they'd put [E] fifteen more [B] miles behind her.
_ _ _ _ They might have split up [F#m] or they might have [A] capsized, They may [E] have broke deep [B] into the water.
_ [F#m] All that remains is the faces and the names, [A] Of the wives [E] and the sons and [F#m] the daughters.
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Like hero _ [F#m] roles so pure it seems, [C#m] In the rooms there [E] were eyes [B] for the mansion. _ _ _ _
[F#m] All Michigan's themes like a young man's dreams, [A] The [E] islands and bays of a [F#m] [B] sportsman.
_ _ And farther [F#m] below Lake Ontario, [A] Fakes [E] in for Lake [B] Erick and Sanger.
And [F#m] the iron boats go as the Marys don't know, [C#m] Where the gales [E] of November [B] remember.
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_ _ _ _ In a [F#m] musty old hall in Detroit they pray, [C#m] In the [E] Maritime [B] sailors' cathedral.
_ _ _ _ The [F#m] church bell chimed, it rang twenty-nine times, [C#m] For each man [E] on the Edmund [F#]
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[B] _ _ _ [F#m] The legend lives on from a chip of old and down, [C#m] Of the big leg [E] they [B] called Ichigo-me.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] Shapiro they say never heard if somebody, [A] When the gales of [E] [B] November turned goomy.
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