Hank Williams - Kaw-Liga - Single Version paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Kaw-Liga - Single Version - Hank Williams



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 couldn't never answer "Yes" or "No"
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day 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 couldn't 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



Writer(s): Fred Rose, Hank Williams


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