Тональность: B major
Verse 1
standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian
made over in the antique store
Colliger just stood there
Em
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore her Sunday feathers
and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
and hoped someday he'd talk
Colliger
Because his heart was
Poor ol' Colliger, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
E
B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Colliger, that poor old wooden
E
A
head
E
B
Em
Colliger was a lonely Indian,
never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian
made with the coal black hair
Colliger just stood there
Em
So she could never answer yes or no
And then one day a wealthy customer
Bought the Indian maid
He took her oh so far away
But old Colliger stayed Colliger
B
Just stands there as lonely as can be
E
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor old Colligia, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
E
B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
E
Colligia, that poor old wooden head
Poor old Colligia,
he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
E
B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Outro 1
Elijah, that poor old wooden head
Em
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