Teksty: Hank Williams. Kaw-Liga.

Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh
Standin' there, don't never let it show
She don't ever answer yes or no

An, he always wore his Sunday feathers
And carried his old black 'hawk
Maiden wore her beads and braids
An hoped someday he'd talk

Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh
Standin' there, don't never show a sign
'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine

Chorus

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss
Is it any wonder, that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian
Never went nowhere
Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, black hair

Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh
Standin' there, don't never show a sign
'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine

And then one day, a wealthy customer
Bought the indian maid
Took her oh so far away
An' ol' Kaw-Liga stayed

Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh
Standin' there, as lonesome as can be
Ah just wishin' he were still an ol' pine tree

Chorus

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
You just ain't never had no kissin'
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
Hoss, you don't know what your missin'
Is it any wonder, that your face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden head

Just a head
Just a head