Kaw Lija Songtext
von Charley Pride

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 well he just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no, no, 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 an ol' pine knoty 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 and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no, no, 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

Kaw-Liga