Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antiques store Kaw-Liga, ooh Just stood there, and never let it show 'Cause she could never answer yes or no Well he always wore his Sunday feathers, he held his tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk Kaw-Liga, ooh Too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart was made of knotty pinе Well, poor ol' Kaw-Liga, never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hе don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian and he never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden and the coal-black hair Kaw-Liga, ooh Just stood there and never let it show 'Cause she could never answer yes or no But then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And he took her oh-so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed Kaw-Liga, ooh Just stands there, as lonely as can be Well he wishes he were still an ol' pine tree Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he's missed Is it any wonder, that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, the poor ol' wooden head