Kaw-Liga (Live)

poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you miss is it any wonder, that his face is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga was a wooden indian standing over 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 too stubborn to ever show a sign because his heart is made of knotty pine 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 injun maid and took her, oh, so far away but old kaw-liga stayed standin' there, as lonesome as can be just wishing he were still an old pine tree poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you miss is it any wonder, that his face is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you miss is it any wonder, that his face is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head