Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Tony Rice

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

[Verse 2]
The ship was the pride of the American side
Comin' back from a mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concludin' some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

[Verse 3]
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railin'
And every man knew, as the captain did too
'Twas the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November come slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind