Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian Standin' over by the door Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid Over in the Georgia store Kaw-Liga, ooh Standin' there, don't never let it show She don't ever answer, yes or no And he always wore his Sunday feathers And carried his old black hawk Maiden wore her beads and braids An hoped someday he'd talk Kaw-Liga, ooh Standin' there, don't never show a sign 'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss Is it any wonder that your face is red? Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian Never went nowhere Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid Wearin' the long, black hair Kaw-Liga, ooh Standin' there, don't never show a sign 'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine And then one day, a wealthy customer Bought the Indian maid Took her oh so far away And ol' Kaw-Liga stayed Kaw-Liga, ooh Standin' there, as lonesome as can be Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' pine tree Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't never had no kissin' Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know what you're missin' Is it any wonder, that your face is red? Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden head Just a head Just a head --- Kaw-Liga - Ace Cannon and Hank Williams, Jr.