Classic Country Your Cheatin' Heart , Jambalaya , Kawliga (1952) by Hank Williams

Birth name Hiram King Williams Born September 17, 1923(1923-09-17) Years active 1937–1952 Died January 1, 1953 (aged 29) From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Kawliga Lyrics Recorded by Hank Williams Written by Hank Williams and Fred Rose Kaw- [dm] liga, was a wooden indian standing by the door He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store Kaw-liga - a, just stood there and never let it [a7] show So she could never answer yes or [dm] 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 - a, too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart was made of knotty pine. Chorus [d] poor ol’ kaw-liga, he never got a kiss [g] poor ol’ kaw-liga, he don’t know what he missed [d] is it any wonder that his face is [a7] red Kaw-liga, that poor ol’ wooden [d] head. ... [dm] Kaw-liga, was a lonely indian never went nowhere His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair Kaw-liga - 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-liga stayed Kaw-liga - a, just stands there as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree. Classic Country Your Cheatin' Heart Lyrics - Hank Williams (Your cheatin' heart will tell on you) Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll cry and cry and try to sleep But sleep won't come the whole night through Your cheatin' heart will tell on you When tears come down like falling rain You'll toss around and call my name You'll walk the floor the way I do your cheatin' heart will tell on you When tears come down... Your cheatin' heart will tell on you Jambalaya Lyrics - Hank Williams Goodbye Joe, me gotta go down the bayou Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou Well, jambalaya an' a crawfish pie an' a fil'e gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin' Hey, an' the kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Well, and-a dress in style, go hog wild an' be gay-o Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou Well, jambalaya an' a crawfish pie, an' a fil'e gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Well a pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o Son of a gun, we gonna have a big fun on the bayou Wanna settle down, far from town, get me a pirogue Gonna catch all the fish in the bayou Gonna swap my mon, to buy Yvonne, what she need-o Son of a gun, we gonna have a big fun on the bayou Well, jambalaya, an' a crawfish pie, an' a fil'e gumbo 'Cause, tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou

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