Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
Collider was a wooden Indian
standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden
over at the antique store
Collider
Just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his Sunday feathers
And held a tomahawk
The maiden wore beads and braids
And hoped someday he'd talk
Collagium
B
Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Em
Cause his heart was made of naughty pine
Oh, poor old Colligia,
he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
Em
B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Em
Colligia, poor old wooden head
Colligia was a lonely Indian,
never went nowhere
His heart was set on an Indian maiden
with her gold black hair
Colligia
B
She stood there and never let it show
Em
So she could never answer yes or no
Then one day a wealthy customer
bought the engine main
Took her oh so far away,
but old Colliger stayed
Colliger, just stands there
Em
Wishes he was still an old pine tree
Of poor ol' Elijah, he never got a kiss
E
A
Poor ol' Elijah,
don't know what he missed
Em
E
Em
B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Em
Elijah, poor ol' wooden head
Thank you for
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