- Hank Williams Kaw-Liga 歌詞
- Hank Williams
- Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store. Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, So she could never answer 'yes' or 'no.' 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. He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk. The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day hed talk. Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign, Because his heart was made of knotty pine. Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere. His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair. Kaw-liga 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 just stands there as lonely as can be, And wishes he was still an old pine tree .
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