Charley Pride: Kaw-Liga (1975)

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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!
Well, he stood there, said he’d never let it show
Cuz he could never answer yes or no

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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

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!
Well, he stood there as lonely as can be
Cause his heart was of an ol' pine knotty tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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

Have a good time

And then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga!
Well, he stood there, said he'd never let it show
Cuz he could never answer yes or no

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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