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 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 Someday He'd Talk
Kaw-Liga, Too Stubborn To Ever Show A Sign
Because 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 Nowhere
His Heart Was Set On The Indian Maid With The Coal Black Hair
Kaw-Liga Just Stood There And Never Let It Show
So She Could Never Answer Yes Or No

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

Then One Day A Wealthy Customer Bought The Indian Maid
And Took Her Oh So Far Away, But Old Kaw-liga Stayed
Kaw-Liga Just Stands There As Lonely As Can Be
And Wishes He Was Still An Old Pine Tree

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, Kaw-liga Kaw-Liga....