Hank Williams Sr.
Kaw Liga

(Hank Williams - Fred Rose)

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden 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 some day 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.

--- Instrumental ---

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."

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 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...


Mirror lyrics:

Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head...
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss

And wishes he was still an old pine tree.
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid

So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair
Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere

--- Instrumental ---

Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss

Because his heart was made of knotty pine.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk

So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door

(Hank Williams - Fred Rose)


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