Kaw-liga Lyrics - Marty Robbins - All-time Greatest Hits - Marty Robbins

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

He fell in love with an 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 knoty 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 ol' Kaw-Liga stayed 

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...