Lyrics:

[chorus]
poor Ol' Kaw-Liga, You 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, That Poor Old Wooden Head

[verse 1]
kaw-Liga Was A Wooden Indian
standing Over 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'

[verse 2]
he Always Wore His Sunday Feathers
and Held A Tomahawk
the Maiden Wore Her Beads And Braids
and Hoped Someday He'd Talk

too Stubborn To Ever Show A Sign
because His Heart Is Made Of Knotty Pine

[verse 3]
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'

[verse 4]
and Then One Day, A Wealthy Customer
bought The Injun Maid
and Took Her, Oh, So Far Away
but Old Kaw-Liga Stayed

standin' There, As Lonesome As Can Be
just Wishing He Were Still An Old Pine Tree

[chorus]
poor Ol' Kaw-Liga, You 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, That Poor Old Wooden Head

poor Ol' Kaw-Liga, You 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, That Poor Old Wooden Head

[outro]
kaw-Liga, That Poor Old Wooden Head
kaw-Liga, That Poor Old Wooden Head
kaw-Liga, That Poor Old Wooden Head
kaw-Liga, That Poor Old Wooden Head
kaw-Liga, That Poor Old Wooden Head
kaw-Liga, That Poor Old Wooden Head
kaw-Liga, That Poor Old Wooden Head
kaw-Liga, That Poor Old Wooden Head