Kaw-Liga Fred Rose - Hank Williams (Em)Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standing by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show (B7) So she could never answer „yes“ or „no“ (Em) (Em)He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he’d talk Kaw-Liga to stubborn to ever show a sign (B7) Because his heart was made of knotty pine (Em)   (E)Poor old’ Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss     (A)Poor old’ Kaw-Liga, he don’t know what he missed     (E)Is it any wonder that his face is red (B7)    Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head (E) (Em)Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show (B7) So she could never answer „yes“ or „no“ (Em) (Em)And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her, oh so far away but old’ Kaw-Liga stayed Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be (B7) And wishes he was still an old pine tree (Em)   alles-uke.de