Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian

Standin' over by the door

Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid

Over in the Georgia store



Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh

Standin' there, don't never let it show

She don't ever answer yes or no



An, he always wore his Sunday feathers

And carried his old black 'hawk

Maiden wore her beads and braids

An hoped someday he'd talk



Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh

Standin' there, don't never show a sign

'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine



Chorus



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, ain't never got a kiss

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss

Is it any wonder, that his face is red?

Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head



--Fiddle Solo--



Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian

Never went nowhere

Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid

Wearin' the long, black hair



Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh

Standin' there, don't never show a sign

'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine



And then one day, a wealthy customer

Bought the indian maid

Took her oh so far away

An' ol' Kaw-Liga stayed



Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh

Standin' there, as lonesome as can be

Ah just wishin' he were still an ol' pine tree



Chorus



Poor ol' Kaw-Liga

You just ain't never had no kissin'

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga

Hoss, you don't know what your missin'

Is it any wonder, that your face is red?

Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden head



Just a head

Just a head