调:Bb minor
Verse 1
Colliger was a wooden inmate
standing by the door
He fell in love with the Indian maiden
by the cigar store
Colliger
He always wore his sunny feathers
and held a tomahawk
A maiden wore her beads and
braids
and hoped someday he'd talk Elijah!
Because his heart was made
he don't know what he missed
Colliger was a lonely Indian,
never went nowhere
His heart was set on
the Indian maiden
Colliger
And one day a wealthy customer
bought the Indian maid
And took her all so far away,
but old Collider stayed
Collider, too stubborn to
Because his heart was
he don't know what he missed
Thank
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