Kaw-Liga (Single Version)

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing 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 He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk Pre-Chorus 1 Kaw-Liga Too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart is made of knotty pine Chorus Poor old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss Poor old Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder, that his face is red Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Verse 2 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 And then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her, oh, so far away but old Kaw-Liga stayed Pre-Chorus 2 Kaw-Liga Just stands there as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree Chorus Poor old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss Poor old Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder, that his face is red Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head