Lyrics:

Kaw-Liga Was A Wooden Indian Standin' By The Door
he Fell In Love With An Indian Maiden Over In The Antique Store
kaw-Liga Well He Just Stood There And Never Let It Show
so She Could Never Answer Yes Or No
poor Ol' Kaw-Liga Well 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

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 Well He Stood There As Lonely As Can Be
cause His Heart Was An Ol' Pine Knoty Tree
poor Ol' Kaw-Liga...

and Then One Day A Wealthy Customer Bought The Indian Maid
he Took Her Oh So Far Away But Ol' Kaw-Liga Stayed
well He Stood There And Never Let It Show So She Could Never Answer Yes Or No
poor Ol' Kaw-Liga...