poor ol' kaw-liga, you never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't what you miss is it any wonder, that his face is
kaw-liga, that poor old head
was a wooden indian standing over by the he in love with an indian maid in the antique store
just stood there and never let it so she could never "yes" or "no"
he always his sunday feathers and held a the wore her beads and braids and someday he'd talk
too stubborn to ever show a his heart is made of knotty pine
kaw-liga was a lonely went nowhere his heart was set on the indian with the coal hair
just stood there and never let it so she could never "yes" or "no"
and then one day, a wealthy bought the maid and her, oh, so far away 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 face is kaw-liga, that poor old wooden
poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't got a kiss ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you miss is it any wonder, that his face is kaw-liga, that poor old wooden
kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden kaw-liga, that old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, that poor old head