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.
Kaw-liga [Am]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.