Chords for The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Gordon Lightfoot Cover

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A

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The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Gordon Lightfoot Cover chords
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[F#m]
[B]
[F#]
The legend is on for [F#m] how much you go on down [A] as a big [E] lake, a cog in [F#] Chigoni.
The lake, he said, [F#m] never drifts up or dead [A] when the [E] skies of November [F#] turn blue.
With the load of iron ore, [F#m] 26,000 tons more [A] than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight in tea.
The good ship of the true [F#m] was the bone to be chewed [A] when the [B] gales of November came here.
The [F#m]
[F#] [B]
[F#]
ship was the pride [F#m] of the American side, [F#] coming back from the sun-gale in Wisconsin.
The free stock [F#m] was bigger than most, [A] and the [E] crew and good [B] captain were seasoned.
Including some towns [F#m] with a couple of steel firms, [A] and they looked [B] fully loaded, were [F#] Cleveland.
Later that night [F#m] when the ship's bell rang, [A] could it [E] be the north wind made [F#] in Cleveland?
[B]
[F#m] [F#] [B]
[F#]
The wind on the wires [F#m] made a tattle-tale sound, [A] and a [E] wave broke over [B] the railing.
And every man knew, [F#m] as the captain did too, [A] once the witch [B] of November [F#] comes stealing.
The dawn came red, [F#m] and the breakfast had to wait [A] when the gales [B] of November came slashing.
[F#]
Well, after noon came the dwarfs' [F#m] freezing rain [A] in the face of a [B]
hurricane.
Westward,
[F#m] [F#]
[B] [F#]
[F#m] [F#]
[E] [F#]
supper time came, [F#m] we all came under, [A] saying, fellas, [B] it's too rough to feed ya.
[F#] Seven p [F#m].m., a man hatchway came in, he [A] said, fellas, [E] it's been [B] good, I know ya.
The [F#] captain wired in, he [F#m] had water coming in, [A] and the ship and crew [B] was in peril.
Later that night [F#m] when the lights went out of sight, [A] came the wreck [B] of the Edmund [F#] Fitzgerald.
[B] [F#m]
[B]
[F#]
[E] [B]
[F#]
Does anyone know where [F#m] the love of God goes [A] when the [E] waves turn a minute [F#] to hour?
The searchers all say they'd have [F#m] made a whitefish bay if [A] they'd put [E] fifteen more [F#] miles behind her.
They might have sped up, [F#m] or they might have capsized, [A] they may [E] have broke [B] deep and took water.
And all that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names [A] of the [E]
wives and the sons and [F#] the
[B] daughters.
[F#m]
[F#]
[B]
[F#] [B]
[F#] [B]
[F#]
Lake Huron [F#m] rose, the period sings [F#] in the rooms of her ice-water [B] mansion.
Old Michigan seems [F#m] like a young man's dreams, [A] the [E] islands and the face [B] of her sportsman.
[F#] Far out of the north, [F#m] Lake Ontario, [E] takes in what Lake Erie [B] can see.
[F#] The iron boats go [F#m] as the murderers all do, [A] with the [E] tales of [F#] November and November.
[B] [F#m]
[B]
[F#]
In a musty old hall in [F#m] Detroit they prayed, [A] at the [F#] maritime sailors could they blow.
The church bell chimed till [F#m] it rang twenty-nine times [A] for each man [B] on the Edmund [F#] Fitzgerald.
Legend is sung [F#m] from the chipboard along the [A] Dowdle, how they feel [E] like they [F#] can't get sugar in.
Superior they said, never [F#m] give this up, baby, [A] from the [B] skies of Northern Georgia.
[F#] [B]
[F#m] [B]
[F#m] [F#]
[B] [F#]
[B]
[F#m]
[F#] [B]
[F#]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The legend is on for [F#m] how much you go on down [A] as a big [E] lake, a cog in [F#] Chigoni. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The lake, he said, [F#m] never drifts up or dead [A] when the [E] skies of November [F#] turn blue. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
With the load of iron ore, [F#m] 26,000 tons more [A] than the Edmund [B] Fitzgerald weight in tea.
_ The good ship of the true [F#m] was the bone to be chewed [A] when the [B] gales of November came here. _
_ _ _ The _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ ship was the pride [F#m] of the American side, _ [F#] coming back from the sun-gale in Wisconsin. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The free stock [F#m] was bigger than most, [A] and the [E] crew and good [B] captain were seasoned. _ _
_ Including some towns [F#m] with a couple of steel firms, [A] and they looked [B] fully loaded, were [F#] Cleveland.
_ _ _ _ Later that night [F#m] when the ship's bell rang, [A] could it [E] be the north wind made [F#] in Cleveland?
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The wind on the wires [F#m] made a tattle-tale sound, [A] and a [E] wave broke over [B] the railing. _
And every man knew, [F#m] as the captain did too, [A] once the witch [B] of November [F#] comes stealing. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The dawn came red, [F#m] and the breakfast had to wait [A] when the gales [B] of November came slashing.
_ _ [F#] _
Well, after noon came the dwarfs' [F#m] freezing rain _ [A] in the face of a [B]
hurricane.
Westward, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ supper time came, [F#m] we all came under, [A] saying, fellas, [B] it's too rough to feed ya. _ _ _
_ [F#] Seven p [F#m].m., a man hatchway came in, he [A] said, fellas, [E] it's been [B] good, I know ya.
The [F#] captain wired in, he [F#m] had water coming in, [A] and the ship and crew [B] was in peril.
_ _ _ Later that night [F#m] when the lights went out of sight, [A] came the wreck [B] of the Edmund [F#] _ _ Fitzgerald. _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Does anyone know where [F#m] the love of God goes [A] when the [E] waves turn a minute [F#] to hour?
The _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ searchers all say they'd have [F#m] made a whitefish bay if [A] they'd put [E] fifteen more [F#] miles behind her.
_ _ They might have sped up, [F#m] or they might have _ capsized, [A] they may [E] have broke [B] deep and took water.
_ _ And all that remains [F#m] is the faces and the names [A] of the [E]
wives and the sons and [F#] the _ _ _ _
[B] daughters.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Lake Huron [F#m] rose, the period sings [F#] in the rooms of her ice-water [B] mansion.
_ _ _ Old Michigan _ seems [F#m] like a young man's dreams, [A] the [E] islands and the face [B] of her _ sportsman. _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ Far out of the north, [F#m] Lake Ontario, _ _ [E] takes in what Lake Erie [B] can see.
_ _ _ [F#] The iron boats go [F#m] as the murderers all do, [A] with the [E] tales of _ [F#] November and November. _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ In a musty old hall in [F#m] Detroit they prayed, [A] at the [F#] maritime _ sailors could they blow.
_ _ The church bell chimed till [F#m] it rang twenty-nine times [A] for each man [B] on the Edmund [F#] _ Fitzgerald.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Legend is sung [F#m] from the chipboard along the [A] Dowdle, how they feel [E] like they [F#] can't get sugar in.
_ _ _ Superior they said, never [F#m] give this up, baby, [A] from the [B] skies of Northern Georgia.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
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_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
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