Written by: Fred Rose, Hank Williams, Sr.
# Debut Chart
3 Feb ’69 Country
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standing by the door
He fell in love with the Indian maid
Over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga, yo ho
Well, he stood there
Said he never let it show
‘Cause he could never
Answer yes or no, no, no
[CHORUS]
Poor old Kaw-Liga
Well, he never got a 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
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, ha
Well, he stood there
As lonely as can be
Cause his heart was of
An old pine knotty tree
[repeat CHORUS]
And then one day a wealthy customer
Bought the Indian maid
He took her, oh, so far away
But old Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, yo ho
Well, he stood there
‘Cause he could never
Answer yes or no, no, no
[repeat CHORUS]