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