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 wooden
was a wooden indian standing by the door he fell in love with an maid over in the store
just there and never let it show so she never answer "yes" or "no"
he always his sunday feathers and a tomahawk the maiden her beads and braids and hoped he'd talk
too stubborn to ever show a his heart is made of knotty pine
kaw-liga was a indian went nowhere his heart was set on the maiden with the black hair
just there and never let it show 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
standin' there, as as can be just wishing he were still an old pine
poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't what you miss is it any wonder, that his is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden
ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you know what you miss is it any wonder, his face is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden
kaw-liga, that old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old head kaw-liga, poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that old wooden head kaw-liga, poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden kaw-liga, that poor old wooden kaw-liga, that poor old wooden