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