Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian

Standin' over by the door

Fell in love with a Choctaw maid

Over in the Georgia store



Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never let it show

She don't ever answer yes or no



An, he always wore his Sunday feathers

And carried his old black 'hawk

Maiden wore her beads and braids

An hoped someday he'd talk



Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never show a sign

'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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, you poor old wooden head



Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian

Never went nowhere

Heart was set on the Choctaw maid

Wearin' the long, black hair



Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never show a sign

'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine



And then one day, a wealthy customer

Bought the Indian maid

Took her oh so far away

An' ol' Kaw-Liga stayed



Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, as lonesome as can be

Ah just wishin' he were still an ol' pine tree



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't never had no kissin'

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, Hoss, you don't know what you're missin'

Is it any wonder, that your face is red?

Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden head



Just a head

Just a head

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