Тональность
Am Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store E7 Kaw-liga-a-a just stood there and never let it show Am So she could never answer yes or (Am)no Am He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk E7 Kaw-liga-a-a too stubborn to ever show a sign Am Because his heart was made of knotty pine C Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss F Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed C G7 Is it any wonder that his face is red C Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head Am Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair E7 Kaw-liga-a-a just stood there and never let it show Am So she could never answer yes or no Am Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-liga stayed E7 Kaw-liga-a-a just stands there as lonely as can be Am And wishes he was still an old pine tree C Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss F Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed C G7 Is it any wonder that his face is red C Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head
