Chords for Pore Ol' Koo-liger - Homer and Jethro

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_ _ _ _ _ [C] Colliger was a wooden Indian, didn't know what to do.
[Bb] He fell in love with an Indian maid and she was a wooden too. _
Colliger _ loved _ _ _ that Indian maid [Eb] with all his soul.
_ But he was low [C] man on the totem [Fm] pole.
_ She was the daughter of Seton Bull, this wooden [Bbm] Indian dame.
She told old [Fm] Colliger squat and the heifer was her name. _
_ Colliger, _ _ _ _ when he tried to hold her many [Gm] charms, _
Colliger he got splinters in his [Fm] _ arms.
[F] _
Poor old Colliger finally got [Bb] a kiss.
Poor old Colliger wished that he had [E] missed.
[F] Is it any wonder that his [E] face is red?
Colliger had termites [F] in his head. _
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_ _ _ _ [F] _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Colliger never milked the cows, he didn't have the pole.
He set a bucket under them [Bb] and pumped the bucket full.
[Fm] Colliger! _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Cows would hear him, they [E] would wail.
_ Here comes old Icy Fingers [Fm] with his pail.
_ _ When he sings Peter [C] Cottontail, the rabbit never cheers.
[Ebm] [Bb] He takes the cotton from his tail and stuffs it in his ears.
[Fm] _
Colliger!
_ _ _ _ _ Sprayed his throat to help his [C] voice each day.
_ But all it does is keep the [Bb] flies [Fm] away.
_ [B] _ _
[F] Poor old Colliger, he finally [A] got a wife.
She [Bb] made him shave his whiskers off with his hunting eye.
_ [F]
Poor old Colliger, he ain't around [C] today.
He shaved too close and whittled himself away.
[Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] Oh good, oh good, [Em] oh good. _