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Dsus2 Am The legend lives on from the chippewa on down C G Dsus2 Of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee" Am The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead C G Dsus2 When the skies of November turn gloomy Am With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more C G Dsus2 Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. Am That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed C G Dsus2 When the "Gales of November" came early. Am The ship was the pride of the American side C G Dsus2 Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin Am As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most C G Dsus2 With a crew and good captain well seasoned Am Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms C G Dsus2 When they left fully loaded for Cleveland Am And later that night when the ship's bell rang C G Dsus2 Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? Am The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound C G Dsus2 And a wave broke over the railing Am And every man knew, as the captain did too, C G Dsus2 T'was the witch of November come stealin'. Am The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait C G Dsus2 When the Gales of November came slashin'. Am When afternoon came it was freezin' rain C G Dsus2 In the face of a hurricane west wind. Am When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck C G Dsus2 Sayin’. "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya." Am At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in', C G Dsus2 he said "Fellas, it's been good t'know ya" Am The captain wired in he had water comin' in C G Dsus2 and the good ship and crew was in peril. Am And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight C G Dsus2 Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Am Does any one know where the love of God goes C G Dsus2 When the waves turn the minutes to hours? Am The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay C G Dsus2 If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. Am They might have split up or they might have capsized; C G Dsus2 They may have broke deep and took water. Am And all that remains is the faces and the names C G Dsus2 Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Am Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings C G Dsus2 In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Am Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; C G Dsus2 The islands and bays are for sportsmen. Am And farther below Lake Ontario C G Dsus2 Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, Am And the iron boats go as the mariners all know C G Dsus2 with the Gales of November remembered. Am In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, C G Dsus2 In the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral." Am The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times C G Dsus2 For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. Am The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down C G Dsus2 Of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee". Am "Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead C G Dsus2 When the 'Gales of November' come early!"