Hank Williams - Kaw-liga Lyrics
Recorded by hank williamsWritten by hank williams and fred roseKey: e capo: 2nd play: dKaw- [dm] liga, was a wooden indian standing by the doorHe fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique storeKaw-liga - a, just stood there and never let it [a7] showSo she could never answer yes or [dm] no.He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawkThe maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday hed talkKaw-liga - a, too stubborn to ever show a signBecause his heart was made of knotty pine.Chorus[d] poor ol kaw-liga, he never got a kiss[g] poor ol kaw-liga, he dont know what he missed[d] is it any wonder that his face is [a7] redKaw-liga, that poor ol wooden [d] head. ... [dm]Kaw-liga, was a lonely indian never went nowhereHis heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hairKaw-liga - a, just stood there and never let it showSo she could never answer yes or no.Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maidAnd took her, oh, so far away, but ol kaw-liga stayedKaw-liga - a, just stands there as lonely as can beAnd wishes he was still an old pine tree.Chorus