Kaw-Liga (demo with 2 False Starts) Lyrics

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga

Kaw-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 told a soul
So she couldn′t never answer "Yes" or "No"

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old 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 maid with the coal-black hair
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never told show
So she couldn't never answer "Yes" or "No"

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh-so far away, but old Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree

Poor old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
Poor old Kaw-Liga, he don′t know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head