Kaw-Liga

Lyrics: Hank Wiliams, Fred Rose
Music: Hank Wiliams, Fred Rose

Played by the New Riders of the Purple Sage in their very early days.

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-liga just stood there and never 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 some day he'd talk
Kaw-liga, just stood there and never showed a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor old Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is there any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head

Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maid 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 poor Kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga, just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

Poor old Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is there any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head