Marty Robbins - Kaw-Liga lyrics
[Marty Robbins - Kaw-Liga lyrics]
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
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