Kwa- Liga Lyrics - Barbara Mandrell

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. 

He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store. 

Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, 

So she could never answer "yes" or "no." 

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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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He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk. 

The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk. 

Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign, 

Because his heart was made of knotty pine. 

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." 

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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.