Kaw-liga

Hank williams



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 old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss

Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed

Is it any wonder that his face is red?

Kaw-liga,that poor old wooden head



Kaw-liga was a lonely indian, never went nowhere

His heart was set on the indian maid with the coal black hair

Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show

So she could never answer yes or no



Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss

Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed

Is it any wonder that his face is red?

Kaw-liga,that poor old wooden head



Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid

And took her oh so far away, but old kaw-liga stayed

Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be

And wishes he was still an old pine tree



Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss

Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed

Is it any wonder that his face is red?

Kaw-liga,that poor old wooden head



Kaw-liga, kaw-liga kaw-liga....


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