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Kaw-Liga - Hank Williams (汉克·威廉姆斯)

Written by:Hank Williams/Fred Rose

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 was a wooden

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

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

Just stood there and never told the store

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 he'd talk

Kaw liga

Too stubborn to ever show a sign

Because his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor ol' kaw liga

He never got a kiss

Poor ol' kaw liga

He don't 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 maid

With the coal black hair

Kaw liga

Just stood there and never stood in store

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 ol' kaw liga stayed

Kaw liga

Just stands there as lonely as can be

And wishes he was still an old pine tree

Poor ol' kaw liga

He never got a kiss

Poor ol' kaw liga

He don't know what he miss

Is it any wonder that his face is red

Kaw liga that poor ol' wooden head

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