Kaw-Liga lyrics

Song information

Artist: Conway Twitty
Album: Darling You Know I Wouldn't Lie

Lyrics

Kaw-liga was a wooden indian standin' 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

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

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..

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..

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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