E                            Bm 
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down 
       D        A                  E 
Of the big lake they called gitche gumee 
E                            Bm 
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead 
        D         A             E 
When the skies of november turn gloomy 
E                                  Bm 
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more 
         D        A                E 
Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty. 
E                             Bm 
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed 
         D        A              E 
When the gales of november came early.