Ten: Of heartache
Author note: To get James to get to confess his love to Penny, Bobby Lee sings this song as a cautionary tale. Hank Williams' music isn't mine.
"Now James, I know that you have feelings for Penny," Bobby Lee smirked, messing up James' hair.
"She's just a friend from school. She can't see a thing but that doesn't matter to me," James muttered with a sigh. "You've been trying all morning Bobby Lee. Why don't you just give up?"
"I don't think so."
"Aw come on! Why not?"
"You'll understand soon enough," Bobby Lee smirked again, getting out a guitar.
He thought he heard a tape click but shook his head, glancing at James with a smile.
Bobby Lee: 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."
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
The click of a tape came to an end but Bobby Lee shook his head again as James stared at him with wide eyes.
"I never want to be like that guy," James shuddered as Bobby Lee gave him a smirk. "So maybe I like Penny as more than a friend but-"
"You're a little young to be courting aren't you Prince James?" Florence asked with a smile, tape deck in hand as Bobby Lee frowned.
"Mother, I thought you always told me to respect others privacy and here you do this!" Bobby Lee grumbled, almost in a pout.
"What? Am I not allowed to hear my son sing one of the many songs that his father loved?" Florence smirked, kissing his cheek before turning to James. "I wish you luck with Penny dear. In the future of course."
James blushed a light pink on his cheeks as he heard Bobby Lee softly chuckle.