Capo: 2nd fret n n   [Dm] nKawliga, was a wooden Indian standing by the door n  nHe fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store n                                          [A7] nKawliga just stood there and never let it show n                                 [Dm] nSo she could never answer yes or no n nHe always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk nThe maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk nKawliga, too stubborn to ever show a sign nBecause his heart was made of knotty pine n  n

			[D] nPoor ol' kawliga, he never got a kiss n[G] nPoor ol' Kawliga, he don't know what he missed n[D] [A7] nIs it any wonder that his face is red n [D Dm] nKawliga, that poor ol' wooden head

 n nKawliga, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere nHis heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair nKaliga, just stood there and never let it show nSo she could never answer yes or no n nThen one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid nAnd took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kawliga stayed nKawliga just stands there as lonely as can be nAnd wishes he was still an old pine tree n nChorus