The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

E Bm The legend lives on from the chippewa on down D A E Of the big lake they called gitche gumee E Bm The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead D A E When the skies of november turn gloomy E Bm With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more D A E Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty. E Bm That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed D A E When the gales of november came early.