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 too stubborn

To ever show a sign

Because his heart was

Made of knotty pine

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 was a lonely Indian

Never went nowhere

His heart was set on the Indian

Maiden with the coal black hair

Kaw-Liga just stands there

As lonely as can be

And wishes he was

Still an old pine tree

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

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 - A just stood there

And never let it show

So she could never answer

"YES" or "NO"

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

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

And never let it show

So she could never

Answer yes or no

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