In the land of Kawliga, we went on down to supper at the store where the wooden totem pole immortalized by local boy Hank Williams once resided. Now it's a rather swank lakeside restaurant. Poor old Kawliga, never got a kiss. Poor old Kawliga, don't know what he missed. Is is any wonder, that his face is red, poor old Kawliga wooden head.I am writing this at the fine home of Carol and Larry. En route home to Nueva York tomorrow.
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Is it any wonder, that his face is red, that poor old wooden indian head.
His heart was also made of knotty pine.
I also lived in Slapout, Alabama but partied at Kawliga.
Will the real Hank Williams please stand up? Which head is it?Sounds like you are having alot of fun down there.... Bon Voyage
Oh, for Heaven's sake.
You can't cover up the fact you've sold out with that How the West Was Lost stuff.
I bet Kawliga would never use store bought yellow lake tubes, or float around on pontoon boats when he could have been just sitting in the river instead.
Haruumph.
Next thing I know you'll be wanting to introduce Jet Skis to our fleet in Thomasville.
The title seems wrong "Hank Williams sings Kaw-Liga and other humorous songs." Don't they know my songs were sad and I died at 27 from all my hard living? What are jet skis?
The foul-smelling aqua equivalent of the Ski Doo.
Gas powered vehicles designed to take you where no man with a shred of environmental conscience should go.
Hank Williams wrote it all
Front-to-back
Found sense amidst the squall
Back seat of a Cadillac
(baby blue conv.)
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