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Kaw-Liga (Live) - Ronnie Milsap

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

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 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

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

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 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