kaw-liga lyrics – hank williams

recorded by hank williams

key: e capo: 2nd play: d

kaw- [dm] liga, was a wooden indian standing by the door
he fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
kaw-liga – a, just stood there and never let it [a7] show
so she could never answer “yes” or [dm] “no”.

he always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
the maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he’d talk
kaw-liga – a, too stubborn to ever show a sign
because his heart was made of knotty pine.

chorus
[d] poor ol’ kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
[g] poor ol’ kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
[d] is it any wonder that his face is [a7] red
kaw-liga, that poor ol’ wooden [d] head. … [dm]

kaw-liga, was a lonely indian never went nowhere
his heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair
kaw-liga – a, just stood there and never let it show
so she could never answer “yes” or “no”.

then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
and took her, oh, so far away, but ol’ kaw-liga stayed
kaw-liga – a, just stands there as lonely as can be
and wishes he was still an old pine tree.

chorus

/ hank williams lyrics