Kaw-Liga lyrics

[Verse 1]

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian

Standing over by the door

Fell in love with a Choctaw maid

Over in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, ooh

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

An hoped someday he'd talk

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Kaw-Liga, ooh

Too stubborn to ever show a sign

Cause his heart is made of knotty pine

[Chorus]

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss

Is it any wonder, that his face is red?

Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head

[Verse 2]

Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian

Never went nowhere

His heart was set on the Indian maiden

With the coal black hair

Kaw-Liga, ooh

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 old Kaw-Liga stayed

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, as lonesome as can be

Just wishing he were still an old pine tree

[Chorus]

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss

Is it any wonder, that his face is red?

Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head

• Artist:Hank Williams
• Album:Memorial Album