Kaw-liga - Hank Williams [Verse 1] [Am]Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. [Am]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. [Am]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, [Am]And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw liga stayed. [Am]Kaw liga, just stands there as lonely as can be, [E7]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.