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 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