“Kaw-Liga” Lyrics
Kaw-Liga
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 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
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
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
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 knotty tree
‘Cause his heart was an ol’ pine knotty tree
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga well he never got a kiss
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga he don’t know what he missed
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga he don’t know what he missed
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
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
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga he don’t know what he missed