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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 called gitche gumee A Em The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead G D A When the skies of November turn gloomy A Em With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more G D A Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. A Em That good ship and true was 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 Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin A Em As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most G D A With a crew and good captain well seasoned A Em Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms G D A When they left fully loaded for Cleveland A Em And later that night when the ships 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 A Em And every man knew, as the captain did too, G D A Twas the witch of November come stealin. A Em The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait G D A When the gales of November came slashing. A Em When afternoon came it was freezing rain G D A In the face of a hurricane west wind. A Em G D A G D A A Em When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck saying G D A Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya. A Em At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said G D A Fellas, it's been good to know ya A Em The captain wired in he had water coming in G D A And the good ship and crew was in peril. A Em And later that night when his lights went outta sight G D A Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. A Em G D A G D A A Em Does any one know where the love of God goes G D A When the waves turn the minutes to hours? A Em The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay G D A If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her. A Em They might have split up or they might have capsized; G D A May have broke deep and took water. A Em And all that remains is the faces and the 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. A Em Old Michigan steams like a young mans dreams; G D A The islands and bays are for sportsmen. A Em And farther below lake Ontario G D A Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, A Em And the iron boats go as the mariners all know G D A With the gales of November remembered. A Em G D A G D A 2x A Em In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, G D A In the maritime sailors cathedral. A Em The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times G D A For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. A Em The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down G D A Of the big lake they call gitche gumee. A Em Superior, they said, never gives up her dead G D A When the gales of November come early! A Em G D A G D A . . . .