Тональность: B major•
Intro 1
Em
Verse 1
Em
Collider was a wooden Indian
standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid
B
over in the antique store
B
She stood there and never let it show
Em
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his Sunday feathers
and held a stomach -hug
The maiden wore her beads and braids
B
in hopes someday he'd talk
Elijah
Em
B
Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was
Em
E
made of knotty pine
Em
E
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
E
B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Em
Colliger, that poor old wooden head
And then one day a wealthy customer
bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away
B
Em
But old Colliger stayed Colliger
E
B
Just stands there as lonely as can be
Em
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
B
E
Em
E
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
E
Isn't it a wonder that
Em
Elijah, that poor old wooden head
B
Em
Elijah
Outro 1
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