About the song
Charley Pride’s performance of “Kaw Liga,” recorded live in 1975, offers a heartwarming and nostalgic experience for country music fans. This classic song, originally written by the legendary Hank Williams and Fred Rose, tells a poignant story through its simple yet powerful lyrics.
“Kaw Liga” centers around the tale of a wooden Indian statue who stands alone at a trading post, feeling sorrowful because he cannot experience love or companionship. The statue’s emotions are a reflection of the universal human experience of loneliness and longing. Charley Pride’s rendition brings a unique touch to this timeless narrative, with his deep, soulful voice adding a layer of emotional depth to the performance.
Pride’s live performance from 1975 is particularly notable for its authenticity and warmth. It captures the essence of his stage presence and his ability to connect with the audience on a personal level. His interpretation of “Kaw Liga” is a testament to his skill as both a storyteller and a performer. The live recording showcases his ability to convey the song’s emotion through his expressive vocal delivery, making it a memorable experience for listeners.
For those who appreciate classic country music, Charley Pride’s version of “Kaw Liga” is a cherished gem. It highlights his remarkable talent and respect for the genre’s rich traditions. This performance not only celebrates the artistry of Charley Pride but also honors the enduring legacy of Hank Williams’ songwriting. It’s a beautiful reminder of the timeless nature of great music and the lasting impact of exceptional performers.
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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…