Kawliga

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KAW- LIGA, was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
                                                A7
KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it show
                                   Dm
So she could never answer "YES" or "NO".

   Dm
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
                                          A7
KAW-LIGA - A, too stubborn to ever show a sign
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

D
Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he never got a kiss
G
Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he don't know what he missed
D                                 A7
Is it any wonder that his face is red
                               D
KAW-LIGA, that poor ol' wooden head.

    Dm
KAW-LIGA, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
                                                A7
KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it show
                                   Dm
So she could never answer "YES" or "NO".

     Dm
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' KAW-LIGA stayed
                                                 A7
KAW-LIGA - A, just stands there as lonely as can be
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And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

D
Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he never got a kiss
G
Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he don't know what he missed
D                                 A7
Is it any wonder that his face is red
                               D
KAW-LIGA, that poor ol' wooden head.

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