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Published on May 26, 2008
Hank Williams Singing "Kaw-Liga"
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 - a, 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 hed talk Kaw-liga - a, 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 dont know what he missed is it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-liga, that poor ol wooden 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 - a, 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 - a, just stands there as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree.