[Chorus]
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss
Is it any wonder, that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
[Verse 1]
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standing over 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"
[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
Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart is made of knotty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss
Is it any wonder, that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
[Verse 1]
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standing over 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"
[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
Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart is made of knotty pine
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