The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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Intro
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Verse 1
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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the
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big lake they call "Gitche Gumee"
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The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
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when the skies of November turn gloomy.
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With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
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than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
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That big ship and true was a bone to be chewed
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when the gales of November came early.

Verse 2
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The ship was the pride of the American side,
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coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
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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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Concluding 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 ships bell rang,
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could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

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Verse 3
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The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound,
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and a wave broke over the railing.
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And every man knew, as the Captain did too,
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'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
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The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait,
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when the gales of November 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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Verse 4
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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 PM. the main hatchway caved in, he said;
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"Fellas, it's been good t' know ya".
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And 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 outta sight,
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came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

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Verse 5
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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 behind her.
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They might have split up or they might have capsized,
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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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Verse 6
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Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings,
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in the rooms of her ice water mansion.
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Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
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The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
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And farther below Lake Ontario
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takes in what Lake Erie can send her.
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And the iron boats go, as the mariners all know,
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with the gales of November remembered.

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Verse 7
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In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
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in the Maritime Sailors Cathedral.
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The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
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for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the
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big lake they call "Gitche Gumee".
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"Superior", they said, "never gives up her dead
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when the gales of November come early!"

Outro
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