Kaw-Liga - Hank Williams JR
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
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www.xmusic.io 音乐网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 answer yes or no
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
