Kaw-liga
(Hank Williams, Sr. and Fred Rose; performed by Hank Sr.)
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maid over at the antique store.
Kaw -- Li -- Ga, 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 tommy-hawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk.
Kaw -- Li -- Ga, too stubborn to ever show a sign;
Because his heart was 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 ol' wooden head.
Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga, 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-liga stayed.
Kaw -- Li -- Ga, just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old 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, that poor ol' wooden head.
Note: The G in "Kaw-liga" is soft, pronounced "kaw-lye-jah".
This is Elsa's greatest motivator for dance and choreography ("like this"). It also works as our night-time lullaby. Kaw-liga is also my favorite inspirational, during long drive thoughts of art-making.
Video: This version by the Collins Kids is pretty rad.
