Lyrics

[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
[PreChorus]
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
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
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 cold, black hair
[PreChorus]
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
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
Is it any wonder
That his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Written by: Fred Rose, Hank Williams
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