Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin'
Over by the door
Fell in love with a Choctaw 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

He always wore his Sunday feathers
And carried his old blackhawk
Maiden wore her beads and braids
And 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 Choctaw
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