Chords for Kaw-Liga
Tempo:
113.6 bpm
Chords used:
Em
B
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[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 show.
[B] 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 pine.
[E]
Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A]
Oh Colliger, he don't know how to kiss.
[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 answer [Em] 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.
Colliger just stands there as lonely as [B] can be and wishes he was still an old [Em] 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 wooden [Em] head.
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store.
Colliger just stood there and never let it show.
[B] 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 pine.
[E]
Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A]
Oh Colliger, he don't know how to kiss.
[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 answer [Em] 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.
Colliger just stands there as lonely as [B] can be and wishes he was still an old [Em] 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 wooden [Em] head.
Key:
Em
B
E
A
Em
B
E
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [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 show.
[B] _ 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 pine.
_ _ [E]
Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] _
Oh Colliger, he don't know how to kiss.
[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 answer [Em] 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.
_ Colliger _ just _ _ stands there as lonely as [B] can be and wishes he was still an old [Em] 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 wooden [Em] 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 let it show.
[B] _ 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 pine.
_ _ [E]
Oh Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] _
Oh Colliger, he don't know how to kiss.
[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 answer [Em] 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.
_ Colliger _ just _ _ stands there as lonely as [B] can be and wishes he was still an old [Em] 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 wooden [Em] head.
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