เพลง : Kaw Liga
ศิลปิน : Hank Williams

.Kaw Liga was the wooden
Indian stadin by the door
He fell in love
with the Indian
over candy store
Kaw Liga
just stood there and never
let it showed
So she could nerver
answer yes or no
.He always wore his Sunday
feathere And held Tommy Hwk
The maiden wore
her beads and brait
And hope someday he'd talk
Kaw Lika
too stubborn to ever
show the sing
Because his heaat was made
of knotty pine
Poor old Kaw Liga,
he never got a kiss
Poor old Kaw Liga,
he don't know what he missd
Is it any wonder
that his face is red
Kaw Liga that poor
old wooden head
Kaw Liga was the lonely
Indian Never went no where
His heart was set
on the maiden
With the cold black hair
Kaw Liga
just stood there and never
let it showed
So she could never
answer yes or no
And then one day a wealthy
customer bought
the Indian maid
And took her her
on so far away
From old Kaw Liga state
Kaw Liga
just stand there as
lonely as can be
And whish that he was still
and old pine tree
Poor old Kaw Liga,
he never got a kiss
Poor old Kaw Liga,
he don't know what he missd
Is it any wonder
that his face is red
Kaw Liga that poor
old wooden head