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