Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kawliga , by - Hank Williams. Song from the album Remembering Hank Williams, in the genre КантриRelease date: 04.12.2011
Record label: Your Time
Song language: English
Kawliga |
| 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 |
| 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 too stubborn to ever show a sign |
| Because his heart was made of knoty 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 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 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 |
| Poor ol' Kaw-Liga… |