Kawliga

Am
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door 
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store 
E7
Kaw-liga-a-a  just stood there and never let it show 
Am
So she could never answer yes or (Am)no 
  
Am 
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk 
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk 
E7
Kaw-liga-a-a  too stubborn to ever show a sign 
Am
Because his heart was made of knotty pine 
 
C
Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss 
F
Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed 
C  G7
Is it any wonder that his face is red 
C
Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head  
 
Am 
Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere 
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair 
E7
Kaw-liga-a-a just stood there and never let it show 
Am
So she could never answer yes or no 
  
Am
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid 
And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-liga stayed 
E7
Kaw-liga-a-a just stands there as lonely as can be 
Am
And wishes he was still an old pine tree 
  
C
Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss 
F
Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed 
C  G7
Is it any wonder that his face is red 
C
Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head