Kaw-Liga

Lyrics

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store Kaw-Liga, yo-ho (Baw) Just stood there, sayin' he never let it show Oh, he could never answer yes or no, no, n-no Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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's got a poor ol' wooden head He always wore his Sunday feathers and he held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk Kaw-Liga, yo-ho (Baw) Just stood there, sayin' he never showed a sign Because his heart was made of knotty pine, pine Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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's got a poor ol' wooden head And then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid He took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed Kaw-Liga, yo-ho (Baw) Just stood there and never let it show Oh, he could never answer yes or no, no, n-no Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, 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's got a poor ol' wooden head