poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a poor ol' kaw-liga, you know what you miss is it any wonder, that his is red?
kaw-liga, poor old wooden head
kaw-liga was a indian standing by the door he fell in love with an maid in the antique store
just there and never let it show so she could answer "yes" or "no"
he always wore his feathers and a tomahawk the maiden wore her beads and and hoped someday he'd
too stubborn to ever a sign his heart is made of knotty pine
kaw-liga was a lonely never nowhere 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 wealthy bought the injun and her, oh, so far away but old kaw-liga
standin' there, as as can be just wishing he were an old pine tree
ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know you miss is it any wonder, his face is red? kaw-liga, that poor old head
ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't what you miss is it any wonder, that his is red? kaw-liga, poor old wooden head
kaw-liga, that old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, that old wooden head kaw-liga, that old wooden head kaw-liga, that old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden kaw-liga, that poor old wooden kaw-liga, that poor old head