Hank Williams singing "Kaw-Liga" Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian on the door, fell into an Indian maiden year in the antique store Kaw-Liga - a stand alone here and never show it could never be yes or no response. He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore pearls and trimmings and hopes one day HED talk Kaw-Liga - a, too stubborn to ever show a sign, because his heart was pine. Chorus Poor ol Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss Poor olKaw-Liga, he did not know what was missing, it is no wonder that his face is red Kaw-Liga that poor ol wooden head. created Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere His heart to the Indian girl with hair Kaw-Liga carbon blacks - a stand, as it was, and do not let show So she could never answer yes or no. Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian girl and her oh so far away, but ol, Kaw-Liga stayed Kaw-Liga - one, is there just as he can and will stillan old pine.
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