调：B major•
Verse 1
Collider was a wooden Indian
Standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden
Over in the antique store
Collider
Cause she could never
Well he always wore his Sunday feathers
And he held his Tommy Hawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped someday he'd talk
Colliger
Because his heart was
he don't know what he missed
Elijah was a lonely Indian,
he never went nowhere
His part was set on the Indian maiden
and the coal black hat
Colliger just stood there
But then one day a wealthy customer
bought the Indian mate
And he took her oh so far away but oh
Colliger stayed
Colliger just spends there
Well, he wishes he was still
he don't know what he's missed
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