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