Holly and Kawliga

Hank Williams Jr - Kaw-liga Lyrics

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

CHORUS:
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 ol' wooden head.

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga 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 just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

Holly absolutely hates this song so Jack always makes a big show of turning up the radio and singing whenever it comes on. Ofcourse, when we saw this wooden Indian while wandering around in San Francisco, Jack and I both exclaimed "OOO, look Holly! Kawliga!" I'm sure she was thinking "Why did the Lord stick me with these people". I just had to force Holly to take a picture with it. Notice the pleased look on her face. :-) Ah, one of the greatest joys of parenting, annoying your children for the fun of it. :-)