Kaw-Liga Chords by Hank Williams
Tempo:
113.85 bpm
Chords used:
E
Em
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[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 [B] let it show.
So she could never answer [Em] 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.
Colliger, too stubborn to ever show [B] a sign, because his heart was made of [Em] naughty pearls.
[E] Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his [B] face is red?
Colliger, that poor old [E] wooden head.
[A]
[E] [B]
[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 and never [B] let it show.
So she could never [Em] answer yes or no.
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid and took her oh so far away.
But oh Colliger stayed.
Colliger just stands there as lonely as [B] can be and wishes he was [Em] still an old pine tree.
[E] Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor old [Em] wooden head.
[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 [B] let it show.
So she could never answer [Em] 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.
Colliger, too stubborn to ever show [B] a sign, because his heart was made of [Em] naughty pearls.
[E] Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his [B] face is red?
Colliger, that poor old [E] wooden head.
[A]
[E] [B]
[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 and never [B] let it show.
So she could never [Em] answer yes or no.
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid and took her oh so far away.
But oh Colliger stayed.
Colliger just stands there as lonely as [B] can be and wishes he was [Em] still an old pine tree.
[E] Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor old [Em] wooden head.
Key:
E
Em
B
A
E
Em
B
A
[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 [B] let it show.
_ So she could never answer [Em] 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. _
_ Colliger, _ _ _ too stubborn to ever show [B] a sign, _ because his heart was made of [Em] naughty pearls. _ _
[E] Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] _ Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his [B] face is red?
Colliger, that poor old [E] wooden head. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [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 and never [B] let it show. _ _
So she could never [Em] answer yes or no. _ _
_ _ And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid and took her oh so far away.
But oh Colliger stayed.
_ Colliger _ just _ _ _ stands there as lonely as [B] can be _ and wishes he was [Em] still an old pine tree.
_ _ [E] Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] _ Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor old [Em] wooden head. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [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 [B] let it show.
_ So she could never answer [Em] 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. _
_ Colliger, _ _ _ too stubborn to ever show [B] a sign, _ because his heart was made of [Em] naughty pearls. _ _
[E] Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] _ Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his [B] face is red?
Colliger, that poor old [E] wooden head. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [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 and never [B] let it show. _ _
So she could never [Em] answer yes or no. _ _
_ _ And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid and took her oh so far away.
But oh Colliger stayed.
_ Colliger _ just _ _ _ stands there as lonely as [B] can be _ and wishes he was [Em] still an old pine tree.
_ _ [E] Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] _ Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his face [B] is red?
Colliger, that poor old [Em] wooden head. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _