Tipo de gaita: Qualquer tipo
Tom: qualquer

KAW-LIGA
HANK WILLIAMS
Words by: FRED ROSE
Music By: HANK WILLIAMS

VERSE 1:
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Kaw-Liga was a wooden In-di-an

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standing by the door
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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  --
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Just stood there and never let it show
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So she could never answer "yes" or "no".
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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  -- 
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Too stubborn to ever  show a sign
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine


CHORUS:
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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 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)