Kaw-liga - Hank Williams [Verse 1] [Am] Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store. Kaw-liga……., just stood there and never let it [E7] show, So she could never answer yes or [Am] no. Verse 2: [Am] He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tommy hawk. The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk. Kaw liga, too stubborn to ever show a [E7] sign, Because his heart was made of knotty [Am] pine. |[Chorus] |[A] Poor ol' Kaw liga, he never got a kiss. |[D] Poor ol' Kaw liga, he don't know what he missed. |[A] Is it any wonder that his face is red… |[E7] Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden [Am] head. [Verse 3] [Am] Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere. His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair. Kaw-liga, just stood there and never let it [E7] show, So she could never answer yes or [Am] no. Verse 4: [Am] And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid, And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw liga stayed. Kaw liga, just stands there as lonely as can [E7] be, And wishes he was still an old pine tree [Am]. |[Chorus] |[A] Poor ol' Kaw liga, he never got a kiss. |[D] Poor ol' Kaw liga, he don't know what he missed. |[A] Is it any wonder that his face is red… |[E7] Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden [A] head.