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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 is 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 was 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
































































