Kaw-Liga
Hank Williams Lyrics


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Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid, over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
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, ooh
To stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart is 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 old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Chocktaw maid with the coal-black hair
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stood there and never let it show
So 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, ooh
Just stands there, as lonely as can be
And wishes he were still an ol' pine tree

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, you poor, ol' wooden head

Overall Meaning

The song "Kaw-Liga" by Hank Williams Jr. tells the story of a wooden Indian statue that stands by the door of an antique store. The statue is named Kaw-Liga, and he falls in love with an Indian maid who also stands in the store. The maiden hopes that Kaw-Liga will talk to her someday, but the wooden statue is too stubborn to show his feelings. He stands there wearing his Sunday feathers and holding a tomahawk while the maiden wears her beads and braids, waiting for him to make a move. Kaw-Liga's heart is made of knotty pine, and he cannot express his love for her. He never gets a kiss from the maiden, and she is eventually bought by a wealthy customer and taken far away. Kaw-Liga remains standing by the door, as lonely as can be, wishing he was still an old pine tree.


Line by Line Meaning

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door
Kaw-Liga was a mere wooden statue placed at the entrance, doing nothing but standing still


He fell in love with an indian maid, over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga developed feelings for an Indian woman in a nearby antique shop


Just stood there, and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no
Kaw-Liga never revealed his love for her, making it impossible for her to reciprocate or reject it


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 dressed up in his best attire with a tomahawk by his side while the woman wore her traditional beads and braids while silently hoping he would confess his feelings


To stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart is made of knotty pine
Kaw-Liga was too obstinate to reveal his emotions because he was only a wooden statue, and his heart is just made of tough wood


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 old wooden head
Kaw-Liga never got to experience love and is now left with regret. His inability to act on his feelings has left him with a red, wooden face.


Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere His heart was set on the Chocktaw maid with the coal-black hair
Kaw-Liga was an isolated wooden statue and always had his heart set on the Choctaw woman with black hair


And then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her oh-so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
One day, a rich customer purchased the Indian woman and took her far away, but Kaw-Liga was left behind


Just stands there, as lonely as can be And wishes he were still an ol' pine tree
Kaw-Liga remains standing, feeling lonelier than ever, and wishes he was still a tree as he wasn't able to express his feelings and now regrets it


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, you poor, ol' wooden head
Kaw-Liga still hasn't experienced love and can only look back with regret. His wooden face continues to bear a red color




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: FRED ROSE, HANK WILLIAMS SR.

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@stupidloopinfinite4768

this was my grandpa Charlie's favorite song, he was full blooded quawpaw. he died last night... I miss you grandpa.

@cracko4358

Hugs

@brendascrowe7842

God Bless πŸ‘ΌπŸ™β™₯οΈβ˜€οΈ Donald Woodall

@mygoddess1

I'm so wicked sorry
StupidLoop Infinite may your heart heal with time. Take good care & stay safe.

@carson7556

Sorry to hear

@rhondabothelio7238

So sorry for your loss πŸ™

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@charlesachurch7265

My great great grandfather married a Cree and brought her back to Edinburgh and was a tobacconist. Who needs a wooden statue?

@drakehonest2

Hello how are you doing..?

@charlesachurch7265

Very well. How are you?

@roxrockman

I'm Native American and this is seriously a good freakin' song! XD Legendary...

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