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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
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Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
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The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
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When the skies of No--vember turn gloomy
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With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
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Than the Edmund Fitz--gerald weighed empty
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That good ship and true, was a bone to be chewed
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When the gales of No--vember came early
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The ship was the pride of the A-merican side
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Comin' back from some mill in Wis-consin
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As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
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With a crew and good captain well-seasoned
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Con-cludin' some terms with a couple of steel firms
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When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
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And later that night when the ship's bell rang
C G D
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
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The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
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When the wave broke over the railin'
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And every man knew, as the captain did too
C G D D
'Twas the witch of No--vember come stealin'
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The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
C G D
When the gales of No--vember came slashin'
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When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
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In the face of a hurricane west wind
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When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
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"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"
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At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
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"Fellas, it's been good to know ya"
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The captain wired in he had water comin' in
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And the good ship and crew was in peril
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And later that night when his lights went out o' sight
C G D
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitz--gerald
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Does anyone know where the love of God goes
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When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
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The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
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If they'd put fifteen more miles be-hind her
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They might have split up or they might have capsized
C G D
They may have broke deep and took water
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And all that remains is the faces and the names
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Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
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Lake Huron rolls, Su-perior sings
C G D
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
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Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
C G D D
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
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And farther below Lake On--tario
C G D
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
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And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
C G D
With the gales of No--vember re-membered
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In a musty old hall in De--troit they prayed
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In the Maritime Sailors' Ca--thedral
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The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
C G D D
For each man on the Edmund Fitz--gerald
D Am
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
C G D D
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
D Am
Su-perior, they said, never gives up her dead
C G D
When the gales of No--vember come early
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