Kawliga Songtext
von Johnny Russell

Kaw-Liga
Kaw-Liga

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

(Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn)

He always wore his Sunday feathers and he held a tomahawk
The maid 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 knotty pine


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

Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, and he 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

(Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn)

And then one day a wealthy customer bought that Indian maid
And took her oh-so far away, but old Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree

Poor old Kaw-Liga, he never got his 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

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)