Chords for Kaw-Liga
Tempo:
114.4 bpm
Chords used:
Em
E
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] Colliger was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
maid over in the antique store.
just stood there and never let [B] it show.
answer yes [Em] or no.
always wore his Sunday feathers and held a Tommy Hawk.
maid 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 naughty pine.
maid over in the antique store.
just stood there and never let [B] it show.
answer yes [Em] or no.
always wore his Sunday feathers and held a Tommy Hawk.
maid 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 naughty pine.
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Em
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [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 [B] it show.
_ _ So she could never answer yes [Em] or no.
_ _ _ He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a Tommy Hawk.
The maid 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 naughty pine.
Oh [E] _ _ Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Oh Colliger, he don't know how to kiss.
[E] Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Colliger, that poor old 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 can be _ and wishes he was still an [Em] old pine tree.
_ _ [E] Oh Colliger, he never got a [A] kiss.
Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his [B] face is red?
_ Colliger, that poor [E] 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 [B] it show.
_ _ So she could never answer yes [Em] or no.
_ _ _ He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a Tommy Hawk.
The maid 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 naughty pine.
Oh [E] _ _ Colliger, he never got a kiss.
[A] Oh Colliger, he don't know how to kiss.
[E] Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Colliger, that poor old 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 can be _ and wishes he was still an [Em] old pine tree.
_ _ [E] Oh Colliger, he never got a [A] kiss.
Oh Colliger, he don't know what he missed.
[E] Is it any wonder that his [B] face is red?
_ Colliger, that poor [E] old wooden [Em] head. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _