VerseKaw-Liga, Was A Wooden Indian Standing By The DoorHe Fell In Love With An Indian Maid Over In The Antique StoreKaw-Liga - A, Just Stood There And Never Let It ShowSo She Could Never Answer "Yes" Or "No"Verse 2He Always Wore His Sunday Feathers And Held A TomahawkThe Maiden Wore Her Beads And Braids And Hoped Someday He'd TalkKaw-Liga - A, Too Stubborn To Ever Show A SignBecause His Heart Was Made Of Knotty PineHookPoor Kaw-Liga He Never Got A Kiss Poor Ol'Kaw-Liga He Don't Know What He MissedIs It Any Wonder That His Face Is Red, Kaw-Liga, That Poor Ol' Wooden HeadVerse 3Kaw-Liga, Was A Lonely Indian Never Went NowhereHis Heart Was Set On The Indian Maiden With The Coal Black HairKaw-Liga - A, Just Stood There And Never Let It ShowSo She Could Never Answer "Yes" Or "No"Verse 4Then One Day A Wealthy Customer Bought The Indian MaidAnd Took Her, Oh, So Far Away, But Ol' Kaw-Liga StayedKaw-Liga - A, Just Stands There As Lonely As Can BeAnd Wishes He Was Still An Old Pine Tree
