poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know you miss is it any wonder, his face is red?
kaw-liga, poor old wooden head
kaw-liga was a indian standing by the door he in love with an indian maid over in the store
just stood there and never let it so she could never "yes" or "no"
he always wore his feathers and held a the maiden wore her and braids and hoped he'd talk
too stubborn to ever a sign because his heart is made of knotty
kaw-liga was a lonely never went his heart was set on the maiden with the coal hair
just there and never let it show so she never answer "yes" or "no"
and then one day, a customer bought the injun and her, oh, so far away but old kaw-liga
standin' there, as as can be wishing he were still an old pine tree
poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't what you miss is it any wonder, that his is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden
poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you know what you miss is it any wonder, his face is red? kaw-liga, that old wooden head
kaw-liga, poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, poor old wooden head kaw-liga, poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, that poor old head