The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald - Ver 3

A Em G D A Em G D A G D A A Em The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down G D A Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee Em The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead G D A When the skies of November turn gloomy Em With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more G D A Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighted empty Em That good ship and crew were a bone to be chewed G D A When the gales of November came early A Em The ship was the pride of the American side G D A Comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin Em As big freighters go, it was bigger than most G D A With a crew and good captain well seasoned Em Concludin' some terms with a couple steel firms G D A When they left fully loaded for Cleveland Em Later that night, when the ship's bell rang G D A Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? A Em G D A G D A A Em The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound G D A And a wave broke over the railing Em And every man knew, as the captain did too G D A Was the witch of November come stealin' Em The dawn came late, breakfast had to wait G D A When the gales of November came slashin' Em When afternoon came, it was all freezin' rain G D A In the face of a hurricane west wind A Em When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin' G D A "Fellas, it's too rough to feed you" Em At 7 p.m. a main hatchway caved in G D A He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know you" Em The captain wired in, he had water comin' in G D A The good ship and crew were in peril Em And later that night when his lights went out of sight G D A Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald A Em G D A G D A A Em Does anyone know where the love of God goes G D A When the waves turn the minutes to hours? Em The searchers all say, they'd had made Whitefish Bay G D A If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her Em They might've split up, or they might've capsized G D A They may have broke deep into water Em And all that remains are the faces and names G D A Of the wives and the sons and the daughters A Em G D A G D A A Em Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings G D A In the rooms of her ice-water mansion Em Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams G D A The islands and bays of the sportsmen Em And farther below, Lake Ontario G D A Takes in what Lake Erie can send her Em And the iron boats go, as the mariners all know G D A When the gales of November remembered A Em In a musty old hall in Detroit where they prayed G D A In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral Em The church bell chimed, it rang twenty-nine times G D A For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald A Em G D A G D A A Em The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down G D A Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee Em The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead G D A When the skies of November turn gloomy