Kaw-Liga - Rusty Kershaw/Doug Kershaw
Written by：Williams/Rose
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
Hoped some day he'd talk
Kaw liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
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
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 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
Kaw liga
