Lyrics of Kaw-liga

Kaw-liga, the wooden indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-liga, well, he just stood there and never let it show
Aww, 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 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, well, he stood there as lonely as can be
Cause his heart was an ol' pine knoty tree, tree, tree

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 head

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
He took her, oh, so far away but ol' kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga, well he stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no, no, no, 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 head

Kaw-liga