Conway Twitty - Kaw-liga Lyrics
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| Conway Twitty
- Kaw-liga Lyrics
Album: Darling, You Know I Wouldn'T Lie Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' 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 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 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...
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