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."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.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.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.
Muestra de 30 segundos · Deezer
Escuchar en
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…
