Roy Orbison - Kaw-liga Lyrics
Hank williamsKaw-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 let it showSo she could never answer yes or noHe always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawkThe maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday hed 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 dont know what he missedIs it any wonder that his face is red?Kaw-liga,that poor old 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 let it showSo she could never answer yes or noPoor old kaw-liga, he never got a kissPoor old kaw-liga, he dont know what he missedIs it any wonder that his face is red?Kaw-liga,that poor old wooden headThen 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 dont know what he missedIs it any wonder that his face is red?Kaw-liga,that poor old wooden headKaw-liga, kaw-liga kaw-liga....
