Kaw-Liga

Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] He always wore his Sunday feathers and held his 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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)
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Credits
- Writers
- Hank Williams
- Fred Rose