Hank Williams Sr. - Kaw-Liga lyrics

[Verse 1] Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian Standing over by the door Fell in love with a Choctaw maid Over in the Georgia store Kaw-Liga, ooh 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 An hoped someday he'd talk [Pre-Chorus 1] Kaw-Liga, ooh Too stubborn to ever show a sign Cause his heart is made of knotty pine [Chorus] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head [Verse 2] Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian Never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden With the coal black hair Kaw-Liga, ooh 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 old Kaw-Liga stayed [Pre-Chorus 2] Kaw-Liga, ooh Standin' there, as lonesome as can be Just wishing he were still an old pine tree [Chorus] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head