Marty Robbins

Marty Robbins - Kaw-Liga lyrics

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Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door<br />

He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store<br />

Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever let it show<br />

So she could never answer yes or no.<br />

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He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk<br />

The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk<br />

Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever show a sign<br />

Because his heart was made of knoty pine.<br />

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Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss<br />

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he missed<br />

Is there any wonder that his face is red<br />

Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head.<br />

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--- Instrumental ---<br />

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Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere<br />

His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair<br />

Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show<br />

So she could never answer yes or no.<br />

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And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid<br />

And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed<br />

Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever show a sign<br />

Because his heart was made of knoty pine.<br />

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Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss<br />

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he missed<br />

Is there any wonder that his face is red<br />

Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head...

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