Kaw-liga Lyrics - Roy Orbison

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 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 

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Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss 

Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed 

Is it any wonder that his face is red? 

Kaw-Liga, that poor old 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 

Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss 

Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed 

Is it any wonder that his face is red? 

Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head 

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid 

And took her oh so far away, but old kaw-liga stayed 

Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be 

And wishes he was still an old pine tree 

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Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss 

Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed 

Is it any wonder that his face is red? 

Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head 

Kaw-liga, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga...