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 a 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 old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss Poor old Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head [Verse 3] Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian Never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maid With the coal black hair Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer "yes" or "no" [Verse 4] And then one day, a wealthy customer Bought the Indian maid And took her oh so far away But old Kaw-Liga stayed Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree [Chorus] Poor old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss Poor old Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head