Kaw-liga

(Hank Williams - Fred Rose)



Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door

He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store

Kaw-Liga, well, he just stood there and never let it show

So she could never answer yes or no.



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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.



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, well, he stood there as lonely as can be

'Cause his heart was an ol' pine knoty tree.



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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.



And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid

He took her, oh so far away, but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed

Well, he stood there and never let it show

So she could never answer yes or no.



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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...