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