Hank Williams - Kaw-liga

^EmKaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. ^EmHe fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store. Kaw-liga……., just stood there and never let it sh^B7ow, So she could never answer yes or ^Emno.

^EmHe always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tommy hawk. The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk. Kaw liga, too stubborn to ever show a s^B7ign, Because his heart was made of knotty p^Emine.

^EPoor ol' Kaw liga, he never got a kiss. P^Aoor ol' Kaw liga, he don't know what he missed. ^EIs it any wonder that his face is r^B7ed… Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden he^Emad.

^EmKaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere. ^EmHis heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair. Kaw-liga, just stood there and never let it s^B7how, So she could never answer yes or ^Emno.

^EmAnd then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid, ^EmAnd took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw liga stayed. ^EmKaw liga, just stands there as lonely as can be,^B7 And wishes he was still an old pine tre^Eme.

^EPoor ol' Kaw liga, he never got a kiss. P^Aoor ol' Kaw liga, he don't know what he missed. ^EIs it any wonder that his face is red… Ka^B7w-liga, that poor ol' wooden h^Eead.