Interpret:

Roy Orbison

Album:

Hank Williams the Roy Orbison Way

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 let it show 
 So 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 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 


 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 


 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 


 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 


 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 


 Kaw-liga, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga....