Kawliga

Kawliga - Hank Williams (漢克·威廉姆斯)

Kaw Liga was a wooden Indian

Standin' by the door

He fell in love with an Indian

Maid over in the antique 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 and hoped someday he'd talk

Kaw liga ooh

To stubborn to ever show a sign

Because his heart is made of knotty pine

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 old wooden head

Kaw liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere

His heart was set on the

Chocktaw maid 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 ol' kaw liga stayed

Kaw liga ooh

Just stands there as lonely as can be

And wishes he were still an ol' pine tree

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 you poor ol' wooden head