About The Song
“Kaw-Liga” is a haunting country ballad written by Hank Williams and Fred Rose, first recorded in 1952. The song tells the story of an Indian man named Kaw-Liga who fell in love with an Indian woman named Morning Dove. However, their love is taboo because they belong to two different tribes. Kaw-Liga is forced to leave Morning Dove, and he spends the rest of his life longing for her.
The lyrics of the song “Kaw-Liga” are simple but full of emotion. The song begins by describing Kaw-Liga as a lonely man, “standing guard by the door”. He loves Morning Dove, but he knows that they cannot be together. The song goes on to describe Kaw-Liga’s heartbreak as he watches Morning Dove marry another man.
The music of “Kaw-Liga” is simple and melancholy. The song is played on acoustic guitar and fiddle, and it has a slow, melodic rhythm. The song’s music helps create an atmosphere of sadness and loneliness.
“Kaw-Liga” is one of Hank Williams’ most famous songs. The song has been covered by various artists, including Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and Emmylou Harris. “Kaw-Liga” is a classic song of country music, and it continues to be loved by music fans around the world.
“Kaw-Liga” is a song with many layers of meaning. The song is a tragic love story, but it is also a song about loss and nostalgia. The song can also be interpreted as a commentary on the racism and oppression faced by Native Americans.
“Kaw-Liga” is a beautiful and emotional song. The song is a prime example of Hank Williams’ songwriting talent. The song continues to be loved by music fans around the world, and it will certainly continue to be sung for years to come.
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Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin’ by the doorHe fell in love with an indian maid, over in the antique storeKaw-Liga, oohJust stood there, and never let it showSo she could never answer yes or noHe always wore his Sunday feathers, and held a tomahawkThe maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he’d talkKaw-Liga, oohTo stubborn to ever show a signBecause his heart is made of knotty pinePoor ol’ Kaw-Liga, he never got a kissPoor ol’ Kaw-Liga, he don’t know what he missedIs it any wonder that his face is red?Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden headKaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhereHis heart was set on the Chocktaw maid with the coal-black hairKaw-Liga, oohJust stood there and never let it showSo she could never answer yes or noAnd then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maidAnd took her oh-so far away but ol’ Kaw-Liga stayedKaw-Liga, oohJust stands there, as lonely as can beAnd wishes he were still an ol’ pine treePoor ol’ Kaw-Liga, he never got a kissPoor ol’ Kaw-Liga, he don’t know what he missedIs it any wonder, that his face is red?Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol’ wooden head