كلمات Kaw-liga (with 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 [ piano - guitar ] 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 Poor ol' kaw-liga...