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Kaw-liga (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Recorded by hank williams
Written by hank williams and fred rose

Key: e capo: 2nd play: d

Kaw- [dm] liga, was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-liga – a, just stood there and never let it [a7] show
So she could never answer "yes" or [dm] "no".

He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he’d talk
Kaw-liga – a, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

Chorus
[d] poor ol’ kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
[g] poor ol’ kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
[d] is it any wonder that his face is [a7] red
Kaw-liga, that poor ol’ wooden [d] head. … [dm]

Kaw-liga, was a lonely indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair
Kaw-liga – a, just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer "yes" or "no".

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol’ kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga – a, just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

Chorus

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Kaw-liga (Letra)

Hank Williams

Hank Williams

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Hank williams

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
So she could never answer yes or no

He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he’d talk
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga,that poor old wooden head

Kaw-liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga,that poor old wooden head

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
And wishes he was still an old pine tree

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga,that poor old wooden head

Kaw-liga, kaw-liga kaw-liga….