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 too stubborn to ever 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 someday he d talk kaw liga too stubborn to ever show a sign because his heart was made of knoty pine poor ol kaw liga he never got a kiss poor ol kaw liga he don t know what he missed is there any wonder that his face is red kaw liga that poor ol wooden head kaw liga was a lonely indian never went nowhere his heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair kaw liga 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 liga stayed kaw liga too stubborn to ever show a sign because his heart was made of knoty pine poor ol kaw liga he never got a kiss poor ol kaw liga he don t know what he missed is there any wonder that his face is red kaw liga that poor ol wooden head 