Kaw-Liga is one of the most popular songs of the time. Kaw-Liga lyrics written by Williams Hiriam Hank / Rose Fred. This song has sung by Hank Williams.
| Singer | Hank Williams |
| Released | 1969 |
| Album | The Best of Charley Pride |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
Kaw-Liga Lyrics
Kaw-Liga, the wooden Indian standin’ by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga, well, he just stood there and never let it show
Aww, she could never answer yes or no, no, no
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Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga well 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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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, well, he stood there as lonely as can be
‘Cause his heart was an ol’ pine knoty tree, tree, tree
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Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga well 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
Have a good time
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And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her, oh, so far away but ol’ Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, well he stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no, no, no, no
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Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga well 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
(Thank you)
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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 tommy hawk.
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 head.
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, 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.
