Тональность: Gb major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
a wooden Indian
standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden
over in the antique store.
Collagen, just stood there
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F#
and never let it show
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So she could never answer, yes or no
He always wore his Sunday feathers
and held a Tommy Hawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
and hoped someday he'd talk
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Collagia, too stubborn to
Because his heart was
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made of knotty pine
he never got a kiss
he don't know what he'd missed
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Is it any wonder that his face is red?
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Collagia, that poor old wooden head
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E
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Bm
Elijah was a lonely Indian,
never went nowhere
His heart was set on an Indian maiden
with the cold black hair
Kalaja just stood there
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and never let it show
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So she could never answer yes or no
So then one day a wealthy customer
bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away,
but old Kalaja stayed
Collaja just stood there as lonely as can be
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And wishes he was still
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in old Pine's range
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Poor old Collaja, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he'd missed
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Is it any wonder that his face is red,
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Galadria, that poor old wooden head?
Outro 1
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