Chords for The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald (capo 2) by Gordon Lightfoot play along with chords and lyrics

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_ _ [F#] The legend lives on [F#m] from the Chippewa on [A] down up the big lake they [F#] call Gitche Gumee. _ _
_ _ The lake, it is [F#m] said, never gives up her dead [A] when the [E] skies of November [F#] turn gloomy. _ _
_ _ With a load of iron ore 26 [F#m],000 tons more than the [E] Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight empty, _ _ _ _ [F#] that good
ship and crew [F#m] was a bone to be chewed when [A] the [E] gales of November [B] came early. _ _
_ _ The ship was the [F#] pride of the American [F#m] side [A] coming back [E] from some mill [B] in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go [F#m] it was bigger than [A] most with a crew [B] and good captain well seasoned.
_ Concluding some [F#m] terms with a couple of steel [A] firms when they left fully [B] loaded for Cleveland. _
Then later that night [F#m] when the ship's bell rang, [A] good it [E] be the north wind [B] they'd been feeling. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ The wind and the wires [F#m] made a tattletale [A] sound when the wave broke over [B] the railing.
[F#] _ _ _ And every man knew [F#m] as the captain did [A] too, "'Twas [E] the witch of [B] November come stealing.
_ _ _ _ The dawn came late [F#m] and the breakfast had to wait [A] when the gales of [B] November came slashing.
_ [F#] When afternoon came it [F#m] was freezing rain [A] in the face of a [B] hurricane west wind. _
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When summertime came the old cook [A] came on deck saying,
[F#] "'Fellas it's too [B] rough to feed [F#] you." _ _
At 7 p.m. a [F#m] main hatchway gave [A] in he said,
[E] "'Fellas it's been [F#] good time though, yeah." _ _
The captain wired in he had [F#m] water coming in [A] and the good ship and crew [B] was in peril.
[F#] _ And later that night when his lights [F#m] went out of sight came the [E] wreck of the Edmund [B] _
Fitzgerald.
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_ _ Does anyone know where [F#m] the love of God goes [A] when the [E] waves turn the minutes [B] to hours? _
_ _ The searchers all say they'd [F#m] have made Whitefish Bay if [A] they'd put [E] 15 more [B] miles behind her. _ _
_ They might have split up [F#m] or they might have [A] capsized.
They may have broke [B] deep and took water.
[F#] And all [B] that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names of the [E] wives and the sons [B] and the daughters.
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_ _ _ _ [F#] _ Lake Huron rolls, [F#m] Superior sings [A] in the rooms [E] of her ice [B] water mansion.
Old Michigan steams [F#m] like a young man's dreams.
[A] The islands and [B] bays are for [F#] sportsmen.
And _ _ _ farther below Lake [F#m] Ontario, takes [E] in what Lake [B] Erie can send her.
The iron boats go [F#m] as the mariners all [A] go with the [E] gales of November [B] remembered. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ In a musty old hall [F#m] in Detroit they prayed [A] in the Maritime [B] Sailors Cathedral.
A _ _ church bell chimed and [F#m] it rang 29 [A] times for each man on the [B] Edmund Fitzgerald.
_ _ _ _ The legend lives [F#m] on from the chippewa on down [A] of the [E] big lake they call [B] Gitche Gumee.
_ _ _ _ Superior, they [F#m] said, never gives up her [A] dead when the gales [B] of November come early.
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