调:E major•
Verse 1
standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian
made over in the antique store.
Collider just stood there
He always wore his Sunday feathers
and held a Tommy Hawk
The maiden wore her beads
and braids
and hoped someday he'd talk
Collider, too stubborn to
Poor old Collider, he never got a kiss
he don't know what he missed
Colliger, that poor old wooden
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pig
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 then one day a wealthy customer
bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away,
but old Colliger stayed
he don't know what he missed
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