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• Artiste: Roy Acuff
• Titre: Kaw-Liga
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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 someday he'd talked Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever show 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 it 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 maiden with the coal black hair Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or now And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took 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 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