Kaw-li-ga was a
Wooden lndian
Standing by the door
He fell in love
With an
Indian maiden
Over in the
Antique store
Kaw-li-ga
Just stood there
And never
Let it show
So she could never
Answer
Yes or no
He always wore his
Sunday feathers and
Held a tomahawk
The maiden wore
Her beads and braids
And hoped some day
He'd talk
Kaw-li-ga
Too stubborn to
Ever show a sign
Because his heart
Was made of
Knotty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-li-ga
He never
Got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-li-ga
He don't know
What he missed
Is he any wonder
That his face
Is red
Kaw-li-ga
That poor ol'
Wooden head
Kaw-li-ga was a
Lonely lndian
Never went nowhere
His heart was
Set on the
Indian maiden with
The coal black hair
Kaw-li-ga
Just stood there
And never
Let it show
So she could never
Answer
Yes or no
And then one day
A wealthy customer
Bought the
Indian maid
And took her
Oh so far away
But ol' Kaw-li-ga
Stayed
Kaw-li-ga
Just stands there
As lonely as can be
And wishes he were
Still an old
Pine tree
Poor ol' Kaw-li-ga
He never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-li-ga
He don't know
What he missed
Is he any wonder
That his face
Is red
Kaw-li-ga
That poor ol'
Wooden head