Kaw-Lija

Lyrics and music by Hank Williams Sr., but my cover is in Dm/D, with guitar and bass tuned to Drop D.

KAW-LIJA

Kaw-Lija was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Lija-A, 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-Lija-A, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

Poor ol’ Kaw-Lija, he never got a kiss
Poor ol’ Kaw-Lija, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-Lija, that poor ol’ wooden head.

Kaw-Lija, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
Kaw-Lija-A, just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer “YES” or “NO”.

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol’ Kaw-Lija stayed
Kaw-Lija-A, just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

Poor ol’ Kaw-Lija, he never got a kiss
Poor ol’ Kaw-Lija, he don’t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-Lija, that poor ol’ wooden head.