Charley Pride "Kaw-liga" |
(Hank Williams - Fred Rose) Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store Kaw-Liga, well, he just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no. Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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 someday he'd talk Kaw-Liga, well, he stood there as lonely as can be 'Cause his heart was an ol' pine knoty tree. Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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. And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid He took her, oh so far away, but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed Well, he stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no. Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |