Tom: Bb minor
Verse 1
Colliger was a wooden inmate
standing by the door
He fell in love with the Indian maiden
by the cigar store
Colliger
E
Just stood there and never let it show
Am
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his sunny feathers
and held a tomahawk
A maiden wore her beads and
braids
and hoped someday he'd talk Elijah!
E
Too stubborn to ever show his side
Because his heart was made
A
Poor old Elijah, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
A
E
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Am
Colliger, that poor old man
Colliger was a lonely Indian,
never went nowhere
His heart was set on
the Indian maiden
F
Am
with the cold black hair
Colliger
E
Collider, just stood there, never let it show
Am
So she could never answer yes or no
And one day a wealthy customer
bought the Indian maid
And took her all so far away,
but old Collider stayed
Collider, too stubborn to
Because his heart was
A
Poor old Kalija, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
A
E
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Am
Kalija, that poor old wooden head
E
Am
Kalija, that poor old wooden head
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