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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' wooden head