Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga - Johnny Burnette

Written by：Williams/Rose

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 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 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

Kaw Liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere

His heart was set on the Indian maiden 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 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