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 Kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart was made of knotty pine Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head 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 Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-liga stayed Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed Is it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head