Kaw-Liga (Hank Williams and Fred Rose) 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. CHORUS [D] Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss [G] Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed [D] Is it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden [D] 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. CHORUS note: If you've never heard it, the G in Kaw-liga is soft, pronounced as J, Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr. GG oct99
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