Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door
He fell in love with and 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
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped some day he'd talk
[Kaw-Liga]... to stubborn to never show a sign
'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine
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
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went no where
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so very far away
Kaw-Liga stands there just as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
He fell in love with and 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
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped some day he'd talk
[Kaw-Liga]... to stubborn to never show a sign
'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine
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
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went no where
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the the coal black hair
Kaw-Liga stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so very far away
Kaw-Liga stands there just as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree