Kaw-Liga lyrics

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door.

He fell in love with the Indian maiden

Over in the antique store.

Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever 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 ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss.

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga,

He don't know what he missed.

Is there 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.

And then one day a wealthy customer

Bought the Indian maid

And took her oh so far away, but ole Kaw-Liga stayed.

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 there any wonder that his face is red?

Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden head...

• Artist:Marty Robbins
• Album:Marty's Country