โหลดเพลง mp3 Kaw-Liga - 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 - a, 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 hed talk
Kaw-liga - a, too stubborn to ever show a sign

Because his heart was made of knotty pine.
Chorus

poor ol kaw-liga, he never got a kiss

poor ol kaw-liga, he dont know what he missed

is it any wonder that his face is
red

Kaw-liga, that poor ol wooden
head. ...

Kaw-liga, was a lonely indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair
Kaw-liga - a, just stood there and never let it show

So she could never answer yes or no.

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid

And took her, oh, so far away, but ol kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga - a, just stands there as lonely as can be

And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

Chorus