Chords for Conway Twitty ~ Kaw-Liga
Tempo:
108.25 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
Em
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [D] [E] [Am]
[E] [Em]
Colliger was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store.
Colliger just stood there and never let it [Bm] show.
[Abm] So she could never answer [E] yes or no.
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
Poor [A] old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head.
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a Tommy Hawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk.
Colliger!
Too stubborn to ever show [B] a sign.
Because his heart was made of [E] knotted pine.
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Poor old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head.
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid.
And took her oh so far away, but old Colliger stayed.
Colliger!
Just stands there as lonely as [Bm] can be.
[B] And wishes he was still an [E] old pine tree.
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Poor old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head.
[E] [Em]
Colliger was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store.
Colliger just stood there and never let it [Bm] show.
[Abm] So she could never answer [E] yes or no.
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
Poor [A] old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head.
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a Tommy Hawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk.
Colliger!
Too stubborn to ever show [B] a sign.
Because his heart was made of [E] knotted pine.
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Poor old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head.
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid.
And took her oh so far away, but old Colliger stayed.
Colliger!
Just stands there as lonely as [Bm] can be.
[B] And wishes he was still an [E] old pine tree.
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Poor old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head.
Key:
E
B
Em
A
Bm
E
B
Em
_ [E] _ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
Colliger was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store. _
Colliger just _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ stood there and never let it [Bm] show.
_ [Abm] So she could never answer [E] yes or _ no.
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
Poor [A] old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head. _ _ _ _ _
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a Tommy Hawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk. _
Colliger! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Too stubborn to ever show [B] a sign.
_ Because his heart was made of [E] knotted pine.
_ _ Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Poor old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head. _ _ _ _ _
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid.
And took her oh so far away, but old Colliger stayed. _
Colliger! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Just stands there as lonely as [Bm] can be.
_ [B] And wishes he was still an [E] old pine tree.
_ _ Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Poor old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
_ Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
Colliger was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store. _
Colliger just _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ stood there and never let it [Bm] show.
_ [Abm] So she could never answer [E] yes or _ no.
Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
Poor [A] old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head. _ _ _ _ _
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a Tommy Hawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk. _
Colliger! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Too stubborn to ever show [B] a sign.
_ Because his heart was made of [E] knotted pine.
_ _ Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Poor old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head. _ _ _ _ _
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid.
And took her oh so far away, but old Colliger stayed. _
Colliger! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Just stands there as lonely as [Bm] can be.
_ [B] And wishes he was still an [E] old pine tree.
_ _ Poor old Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Poor old Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Isn't it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
_ Colliger, that poor [Em] old wooden head. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _