Kaw-Liga Lyrics
Kaw-Liga - Don Gibson
Kaw liga was a wooden indian standing 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
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 knotty pine
Poor old kaw liga he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw liga he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw liga that poor old wooden head
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
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
And took her oh so far away but old kaw liga stayed
Kaw liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Poor old kaw liga he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw liga he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw liga that poor old wooden head
Kaw liga