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 