Thursday, August 26, 2010
This is one of the many collectibles left at our farmstead when we bought it.
Every time I see him an old Charlie Pride song runs through my head.
"Coligha was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid.
Took the girl so far away that old Coligha stayed.
Poor old Coligha never got a kiss.
Poor old Coligha don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red.
Coligha that poor old wooden head."