Kaw-liga Lyrics - Loretta Lynn

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 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 

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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 

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 

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 

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss... 

Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head 

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