Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the doorHe fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique storeKaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the doorHe fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique storeKaw-LigaKaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the doorHe fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique storeKaw-Liga just stood there and never told a soulSo she couldn't never answer "Yes" or "No"He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawkThe maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talkKaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a signBecause his heart was made of knotty pinePoor old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kissPoor old Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missedIs it any wonder that his face is red?Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden headKaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhereHis heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal-black hairKaw-Liga just stood there and never told showSo she couldn't never answer "Yes" or "No"And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maidAnd took her, oh-so far away, but old Kaw-Liga stayedKaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can beAnd wishes he was still an old pine treePoor old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kissPoor old Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missedIs it any wonder that his face is red?Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Hiram King Williams (Mount Olive, 17 de septiembre de 1923-Oak Hill, 1 de enero de 1953), conocido artísticamente como Hank Williams, fue un cantautor estadounidense. Es considerado un icono de la música country y uno de los más influyentes músicos del siglo…
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