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
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