Chords for Tony Rice - "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" - Gordon Lightfoot cover

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Now the legend lives on from the Chippewa
Down of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
_ [F] The lake it is [Bb] said never gives up the dead
With [Eb] the skies of November [Bb] turned gloomy
_ _ With a load of iron ore 26,000 tons more
Than [Eb] the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed [Bb] empty _ _
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
_ _ The ship was the pride of the American [Bb] side
Coming back from a mill in Wisconsin
_ _ As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a [Eb] crew and good captain [Bb] well seasoned _ _
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
_ _ [F] And later that [Bb] night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feeling? _ _ _ _
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[F] The wind [Bb] and the wires made a tattletale sound
And a [Eb] wave broke over the [Bb] railing
_ [F] And every [Bb] man knew as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come stealing
_ [F] The dawn came [Bb] late and the breakfast had to wait
When [Eb] the gales of November [Bb] come slashing
When _ afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the [Eb] face of a hurricane [Bb] west wind
_ _ When supper time came the old cook come on deck
Saying fellas it's too rough to feed ya
_ [F] _ At 7 [Bb] p.m. the main hatchway caved in
[Eb] He said fellas it's been [Bb] good to know ya _
[F] The captain wired in he had water coming in
And the [Eb] good ship and crew was [Bb] in peril
_ _ [F] And later that night when the lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
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Does anyone [Bb] know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
_ [F] _ The searchers all [Bb] say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If [Eb] they'd put 15 more [Bb] miles behind her
_ [F] They might have split [Ab] up or they might have capsized
They [Eb] might have broke deep and [Bb] took water _ _
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the [Eb] wives and the sons and the daughters
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[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ Lake Heron rolls superior scenes
In the rooms [Eb] of her ice water mansion _
Old Michigan [Bb] steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
_ _ Farther below Lake Ontario
Takes [Eb] in what Lake Erie can [Bb] center
_ _ And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of [Bbm] November
In _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ a musty old hall in Detroit
[Ab] They prayed in the Maritime [Bb] Sailors' Cathedral _
_ The church bell had chimed it rang 29 [Ab] times
For each man on the Edmund [Bb] Fitzgerald
_ [F] The legend lives [Bb] on from the Chippewa on down
Of [Eb] the big lake they call Gitche [Bb] Gumee
_ Superior they said never gives up the dead
When the skies of November come early _
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