Kawliga

Tom: D

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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
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KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it show
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So she could never answer "YES" or "NO".
                                                                        

[Verse 2]
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He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk                                                                        
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
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KAW-LIGA - A, too stubborn to ever show a sign
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine.
                                                                        
                                                                        
[Chorus]
D                                                                        
Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he never got a kiss
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Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he don't know what he missed
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Is it any wonder that his face is red
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KAW-LIGA, that poor ol' wooden head. 
                                                                        

[Verse 3]
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KAW-LIGA, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere                                                                        
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
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KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it show
                                   Dm                                     
So she could never answer "YES" or "NO".

                                                                        
[Verse 4]
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Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid                                                                        
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' KAW-LIGA stayed
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KAW-LIGA - A, just stands there as lonely as can be
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And wishes he was still an old pine tree.
                                                                        

[Chorus]
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.