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