Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roy Orbison
Performer
Alex Orbison
Remixer
Chuck Turner
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hank Williams
Songwriter
Fred Rose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gant
Producer
Alex Orbison
Studio Personnel
Chuck Turner
Studio Personnel
Richard Dodd
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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
Too 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 Indian 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
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
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
(Kaw-Liga) Kaw-Liga
(Kaw-Liga) Kaw-Liga
(Kaw-Liga) Kaw-Liga
Writer(s): Fred Rose, Hank Williams Sr.
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