Chords for Kaw-Liga
Tempo:
114.4 bpm
Chords used:
Em
E
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[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.
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.
Key:
Em
E
B
A
Em
E
B
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [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. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _