The Edmund Fitzgerald: For Tooter

This is for my brother.  Even when we were kids and he was beating the crap out of me he would pause when this song came on the radio.  There is a very haunting quality to the lyrics that touches us all to this day. 

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee (Lake Superior to you white honkeys)
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy