Kaw-Liga

Lyrics: Hank Wiliams, Fred Rose
Music: Hank Wiliams, Fred Rose

Played by the New Riders of the Purple Sage in their very early days.

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 old Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-liga, that poor old 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 old Kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree

Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
     1953 [single] Champ Butler
     1953 [single] Hank Williams

 


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