Tonalité : E major•
Verse 1
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Em
Collider was a wooden Indian
standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian
made over in the antique store.
Collider just stood there
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B
and never let it show.
Em
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
Collider, too stubborn to
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ever show a sign
E
Because his heart was made of knotty fly
Poor old Collider, he never got a kiss
A
Poor old Colliger,
he don't know what he missed
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B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Colliger, that poor old wooden
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A
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B
pig
E
Em
Colliger was a lonely Indian,
never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maid
with the cold black hair
Colliger just stood there
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B
and never let it show
Em
So she could never answer yes or no
And then one day a wealthy customer
bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away,
but old Colliger stayed
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Em
Colliger just stands there
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as lonely as can be
Em
And wishing he was still an old pine tree
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Oh, poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss
A
Poor old Colliger,
he don't know what he missed
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B
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Em
Colliger, that poor old wooden head you
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