Kawliga
By Hank Williams
Tabbed By Larry Mofle


Capo 2


   Dm
Kawliga, was a wooden Indian standing by the door
   Dm
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
                                          A7
Kawliga just stood there and never let it show
                                 Dm
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
Kawliga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine


Chorus:
D
Poor ol' kawliga, he never got a kiss
G
Poor ol' Kawliga, he don't know what he missed
D                                 A7
Is it any wonder that his face is red
                              D        Dm
Kawliga, that poor ol' wooden head


Kawliga, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
Kaliga, 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' Kawliga stayed
Kawliga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree


Chorus