Kaw-Liga

[Verse 1]
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
(Kaw-Liga) just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no

[Verse 2]
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held his tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
(Kaw-Liga) too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine

[Chorus]
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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

[Verse 3]
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh so far away, but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
(Kaw-Liga) just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree

[Chorus]
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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)