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, ooh   Standin' there, don't never let it show   She don't ever answer, yes or no      And 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, ooh   Standin' there, don't never show a sign   'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine      Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss   Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss   Is it any wonder that your face is red?   Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head      Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian   Never went nowhere   Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid   Wearin' the long, black hair      Kaw-Liga, ooh   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   And ol' Kaw-Liga stayed      Kaw-Liga, ooh   Standin' there, as lonesome as can be   Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' pine tree      Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't never had no kissin'   Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know what you're missin'   Is it any wonder, that your face is red?   Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden head      Just a head   Just a head