Тональность: B major•
Verse 1
B
Em
Collider
Collider was a wooden Indian
Standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden
Over in the antique store
Collider
B
Just stood there and never let it show
Cause she could never
Well he always wore his Sunday feathers
And he held his Tommy Hawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped someday he'd talk
Colliger
B
Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was
Em
made of naughty pipes
E
Well, poor ol' Colliger never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
E
B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Em
Elijah, poor old wooden head
Elijah was a lonely Indian,
he never went nowhere
His part was set on the Indian maiden
and the coal black hat
Colliger just stood there
B
and never let it show
Em
Oh she could never answer yes or no
But then one day a wealthy customer
bought the Indian mate
And he took her oh so far away but oh
Colliger stayed
Colliger just spends there
Well, he wishes he was still
E
Em
Poor old Colliger never got a kiss
he don't know what he's missed
E
B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Outro 1
Elijah, poor old man
Em
Em
Em
Em
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