Kaw-Liga

LIGA, was a wooden Indian standing by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store KAW-LIGA just stood there and never 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 knotty pine. Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, 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 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 just stands there as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree.