Kaw-lija, Schulenburg, Texas 1 March 2009
Kaw-liga, was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid 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 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 ol' wooden'd 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".
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.
Hank Williams
1 comment:
Kaw-liga was one of the first songs I remember singing along to as a child. What a great memory
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