Tipo de gaita: Qualquer tipo
Tom: qualquer
KAW-LIGA
HANK WILLIAMS
Words by: FRED ROSE
Music By: HANK WILLIAMS
VERSE 1:
Dm
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Kaw-Liga was a wooden In-di-an
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standing by the door
Dm
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He fell in love with an In-di-an maiden
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ov-er in the antique store. Kaw-Liga --
A7
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Just stood there and never let it show
Dm
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So she could never answer "yes" or "no".
Dm
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He always wore his Sunday feathers
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and held a tom-a-hawk.
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The maiden wore her beads and braids
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and hoped someday he'd talk. Kaw-Liga --
A7
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Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Dm
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine
CHORUS:
D major
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Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
G
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Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
D major A7
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Is it any wonder that his face is red
D major
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Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden head.
VERSE 2:
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the the Indian maiden with
the coal black hair.
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show
so she could never answer "yes" or "no".
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the
Indian maid and took her, oh, so far away but ol'
Kaw-Liga stayed.
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be and wishes he was stillan old pine.
(CHORUS)
