Kaw Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door   He fell in love with the Indian maiden, over in the antique store   Kaw Liga ohh, 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 ohh, too stubborn to ever show a sign   Because his heart was made of knotty 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 ohh, 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 ohh, too stubborn to ever show a sign   Because his heart was made of knotty 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