Dm KAW- LIGA, was a wooden Indian standing by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique storeA7 KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it showDm So she could never answer "YES" or "NO". [Verse 2]Dm He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talkA7 KAW-LIGA - A, too stubborn to ever show a signDm Because his heart was made of knotty pine. [Chorus]D Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he never got a kissG Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he don't know what he missedD A7 Is it any wonder that his face is redD KAW-LIGA, that poor ol' wooden head. [Verse 3]Dm KAW-LIGA, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hairA7 KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it showDm So she could never answer "YES" or "NO". [Verse 4]Dm Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' KAW-LIGA stayedA7 KAW-LIGA - A, just stands there as lonely as can beDm And wishes he was still an old pine tree. [Chorus]D Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he never got a kissG Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he don't know what he missedD A7 Is it any wonder that his face is redD KAW-LIGA, that poor ol' wooden head.
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