Kaw-liga
Kaw-liga that poor old wooden head
So she could never answer, yes or no
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair
And took her oh so far away but old kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Kaw-liga
(Kaw-liga)
Kaw-liga that poor old wooden head
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
So she could never answer, yes or no
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Kaw-liga that poor old wooden head
(Kaw-liga)
Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, just stands there as lonely as can be
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got a kiss
(Kaw-liga)
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
