Kaw Liga

Kaw Liga - Hank Williams (漢克·威廉姆斯)

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 don't 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

Chorus