Verse
Kaw-Liga, Was A Wooden Indian Standing By The Door
He Fell In Love With An Indian Maid Over In The Antique Store
Kaw-Liga - A, 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
Kaw-Liga - A, Too Stubborn To Ever Show A Sign
Because His Heart Was Made Of Knotty Pine
Hook
Poor Kaw-Liga 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
Verse 3
Kaw-Liga, Was A Lonely Indian Never Went Nowhere
His Heart Was Set On The Indian Maiden With The Coal Black Hair
Kaw-Liga - A, Just Stood There And Never Let It Show
So She Could Never Answer "Yes" Or "No"
Verse 4
Then One Day A Wealthy Customer Bought The Indian Maid
And Took Her, Oh, So Far Away, But Ol' Kaw-Liga Stayed
Kaw-Liga - A, Just Stands There As Lonely As Can Be
And Wishes He Was Still An Old Pine Tree
