Kaw-Liga Marty Robbins
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
standin' by the door
He fell in love with an
Indian maiden over
in the antique store
Kaw-Liga too stubborn
to ever let it show
So she could never
answer yes or no
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
he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
he don't know what he missed
Is there any wonder
that his face is red
Kaw-Liga that poor
ol' wooden head
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Kaw-Liga was a lonely
Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the
Indian maiden
with the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there
and never let it show
So she could never
answer yes or no
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 too stubborn
to ever show a sign
Because his heart was
made of knoty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
he don't know what he missed
Is there any wonder
that his face is red
Kaw-Liga that poor
ol' wooden head