Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Lyrics And

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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 November turn gloomy

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   With a load of iron ore, 26 thousand tons more

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   Than the Edmund Fitzgerald 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 November" came early 

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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 ship's bell rang

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   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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   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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   When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck

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   Sayin', "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"

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   At seven, PM, a main hatchway caved in

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   He said, "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 outta sight

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   Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald