Asus2 
The legend lives on from
Em 
the chippewa on downOf the
G 
big 
 
lak
D 
e they called  
Asus2 
”Gitche Gumee”The lake, it is said, never  
Em 
gives up her deadWhen the s
G 
kies of N
D 
ovember turn gl
Asus2 
oomyWith a load of iron ore twenty-six  
Em 
thousand tons moreThan the  
G 
Edmund 
 
Fitzg
D 
erald weighed  
Asus2 
empty.That good ship and crew was a  
Em 
bone to be chewedWhen the “G
G 
ales of N
D 
ovember” came e
Asus2 
arly.
 
The ship was the pride of the  
Em 
American 
 
side
 
Coming
G 
back from s
D 
ome 
 
mil
Asus2 
l in WisconsinAs the big freighters go, it was b
Em 
igger than mostWith a
G 
crew and go
D 
od 
 
captain
Asus2 
well seasonedConcluding some terms with a c
Em 
ouple of steel firmsWhen they l
G 
eft fully  
D 
loaded for  
Asus2 
ClevelandAnd later that night when the  
Em 
ship’s bell rangCould it
G 
be the nor
D 
th wind they’d
Asus2 
been 
 
feelin’?
 
The wind in the wires made a  
Em 
tattle-tale soundAnd a  
G 
wave 
 
bro
D 
ke over  
Asus2 
the railingAnd every man knew, as the  
Em 
captain did too,T’was the w
G 
itch of  
D 
November come  
Asus2 
stealin’.The dawn came late and the  
Em 
breakfast had to waitWhen the
G 
Gales 
 
 
D 
of November  
Asus2 
came slashin’.When afternoon came it was  
Em 
freezin’ rainIn the
G 
face 
 
of
D 
a hurricane w
Asus2 
est 
 
wind.
 
When suppertime came, the old  
Em 
cook came on deckSayin?.  
G 
”Fellas, 
 
i
D 
t’s too rough t
Asus2 
o feed ya.”At Seven P.M. a main  
Em 
hatchway caved in’,he said  
G 
”Fellas, 
 
i
D 
t’s been good  
Asus2 
t’know ya”The captain wired in he had  
Em 
water comin’ inand the
G 
good ship a
D 
nd crew w
Asus2 
as in peril.And later that night when ‘is l
Em 
ights went outta sightCame the
G 
wreck of t
D 
he 
 
Edmund
Asus2 
Fitzgerald.
 
Does any one know where the l
Em 
ove of God goesWhen the
G 
waves turn  
D 
the 
 
minut
Asus2 
es to hours?The searches all say they’d have  
Em 
made Whitefish BayIf they’d
G 
put fifteen m
D 
ore miles  
Asus2 
behind her.They might have split up or they m
Em 
ight have capsized;They  
G 
may have bro
D 
ke deep and  
Asus2 
took water.And all that remains is the  
Em 
faces and the namesOf the
G 
wives and t
D 
he sons and
Asus2 
the 
 
daughters.
 
Lake Huron rolls, S
Em 
uperior singsIn the
G 
rooms of h
D 
er 
 
ice-w
Asus2 
ater mansion.Old Michigan steams like a  
Em 
young man’s dreams;The i
G 
slands and  
D 
bays are for s
Asus2 
portsmen.And farther below  
Em 
Lake 
 
OntarioTakes
G 
in what La
D 
ke Erie can  
Asus2 
send her,And the iron boats go as the  
Em 
mariners all knowwith the
G 
Gales 
 
 
D 
of 
 
Novem
Asus2 
ber 
 
remembered.
 
In a musty old hall in D
Em 
etroit they prayed,In the  
G 
”Mariti
D 
me 
 
Sailo
Asus2 
rs’ Cathedral.”The church bell chimed till it r
Em 
ang twenty-nine timesFor each m
G 
an on the  
D 
Edmund 
 
Fitzg
Asus2 
erald.The legend lives on from the Ch
Em 
ippewa on downOf the
G 
big lake th
D 
ey call “Gi
Asus2 
tche Gumee”.“Superior”, they said, “never g
Em 
ives up her deadWhen the  
G 
’Gales 
 
 
D 
of November’ c
Asus2 
ome 
 
early!”


These known chords are used in this song.