[Chorus]
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss
Is it any wonder, that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head

[Verse 1]
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standing over by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid
Over in the antique store

Kaw-Liga

Just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer "yes" or "no"

[Verse 2]
He always wore his Sunday feathers
And held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped someday he'd talk

Too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart is made of knotty pine
[Verse 3]
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian
Never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden
With the coal black hair

Kaw-Liga

Just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer "yes" or "no"

[Verse 4]
And then one day, a wealthy customer
Bought the Injun maid
And took her, oh, so far away
But old Kaw-Liga stayed

Standin' there, as lonesome as can be
Just wishing he were still an old pine tree

[Chorus]
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss
Is it any wonder, that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss
Is it any wonder, that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head

[Outro]
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head