Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door

He fell in love with the Indian maid over in the antique store

Kaw-Liga, yo-oh

Well, he stood there, said he never let it show

Oh, she couldn't ever answer yes or no, no, nah-no

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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, yo-oh

Well, he stood there as a-lonely as can be

'Cause his heart was of an ol' pine knotty tree, tree, t-tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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

Have a good time

And then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid

He took her oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed

Kaw-liga, yo-oh

Well, he stood there and said he never let it show

Oh, she could never answer yes or no, no, nah-no

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, well, 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