About the song
Background
- Not Pride’s Original Song: “Kaw-Liga” was initially written and recorded by country legend Hank Williams in 1952. However, it was Charley Pride’s 1969 cover that became the most famous version and a signature song in his career.
- Cultural Significance: Charley Pride was a trailblazer as one of the first successful African-American country music stars. His rendition of “Kaw-Liga” is significant in that it helped break down racial barriers in the genre.
Lyrics
The song tells the story of Kaw-Liga, a wooden Indian who stands forlornly by a shop door. He falls in love with an “Indian maid” across the street, but she never notices him. Here’s a look at some key lines:
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“Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door / He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store”
- Sets up the simple premise and the unrequited love story.
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“Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show / So she could never answer yes or no”
- Emphasizes Kaw-Liga’s stoic nature and his inability to express his feelings.
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“Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss / Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga he don’t know what he missed”
- The classic refrain highlighting the sadness of missed opportunity.
Themes
- Unrequited Love: The core theme is the pain of unrequited love and longing for someone who remains emotionally out of reach.
- Missed Opportunities: The song hints at the potential happiness Kaw-Liga could have had if only he’d taken a chance and expressed his affections.
- Sadness and Loneliness: There’s a melancholic undercurrent to the story, especially considering Kaw-Liga’s inability to directly interact with his love interest.
- Folk Storytelling: The song has a timeless folk story quality making it relatable on a purely human level.
Legacy
Charley Pride’s version of “Kaw-Liga” is considered a country music classic. His heartfelt vocals and the simple but poignant storytelling ensured the song’s enduring appeal.
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Lyrics
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin’ by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga well he just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga well 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 headHe always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he’d talk
Kaw-Liga well he stood there as lonely as can be
Cause his heart was an ol’ pine knoty tree
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga…And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her oh so far away but ol’ Kaw-Liga stayed
Well he stood there and never let it show so she could never answer yes or no
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga…
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga well he just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga well 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 headHe always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he’d talk
Kaw-Liga well he stood there as lonely as can be
Cause his heart was an ol’ pine knoty tree
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga…And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her oh so far away but ol’ Kaw-Liga stayed
Well he stood there and never let it show so she could never answer yes or no
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga…