Hank Williams Jr. Kaw-liga Lyrics

Kaw-liga Lyrics

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian

Standin' over by the door

Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid

Over in the Georgia store



Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never let it show

She don't ever answer, yes or no



And he always wore his Sunday feathers

And carried his old black hawk

Maiden wore her beads and braids

An hoped someday he'd talk



Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never show a sign

'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss

Is it any wonder that your face is red?

Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head



Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian

Never went nowhere

Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid

Wearin' the long, black hair



Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never show a sign

'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine



And then one day, a wealthy customer

Bought the Indian maid

Took her oh so far away

And ol' Kaw-Liga stayed



Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, as lonesome as can be

Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' pine tree



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't never had no kissin'

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know what you're missin'

Is it any wonder, that your face is red?

Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden head



Just a head

Just a head