conway twitty – kaw-liga lyrics
kaw-liga was a wooden indian, standin’ by the door
he fell in love with an indian maid, 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 someday he’d talk
kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
because his heart was made of knoty pine.
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.
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.
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…
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