Hank Williams : Kaw-liga Lyrics
Kaw-liga, was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-liga, just stood there and never let it show
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
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor ol’ kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor ol’ kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-liga, that poor ol’ wooden head
Kaw-liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on 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
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 still an old pine tree
Poor ol’ kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor ol’ kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-liga, that poor ol’ wooden head
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