Kaw-Liga

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

He always wore his Sunday feathers and carried his old blackhawk

Maiden wore her beads and braids and 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, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss
Is it any wonder that your 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 and 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