文本歌词

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 - a 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 hed talk
Kaw-liga - a too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Chorus
Poor ol kaw-liga he never got a kiss
Poor ol kaw-liga he dont 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 - a 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 - a just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
Chorus