Song Lyrics
Poor ol kaw-liga he don t know what he missed, kaw-liga was a lonely indian never went nowhere Hank, because his heart was made of knoty pine
kaw-liga that poor ol wooden head
poor ol kaw-liga he never got a kiss
Poor ol kaw-liga, is it any wonder that his face is red, poor ol kaw-liga
Kaw-liga was a wooden indian standing by the door, and wishes he was still an old pine tree, kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no, so she could never answer yes or no
Poor ol kaw-liga, he always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
poor ol kaw-liga he don t know what he missed
he always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
So she could never answer yes or no, kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
poor ol kaw-liga he don t know what he missed
He fell in love with an indian maiden over in the antique store, kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
Poor ol kaw-liga he never got a kiss, the maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he d talk, kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
And took her oh so far away but ol kaw-liga stayed, kaw-liga that poor ol wooden head
He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk, is it any wonder that his face is red
Is it any wonder that his face is red, kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
Poor ol kaw-liga he don t know what he missed, poor ol kaw-liga
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, and wishes he was still an old pine tree
because his heart was made of knoty pine
Kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign, because his heart was made of knoty pine
His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair, kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
is it any wonder that his face is red
so she could never answer yes or no
Kaw-liga was a lonely indian never went nowhere, kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
so she could never answer yes or no
Because his heart was made of knoty pine, poor ol kaw-liga
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid, the maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he d talk
and wishes he was still an old pine tree
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 stands there as lonely as can be
and then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
he always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
Kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign, and then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
Because his heart was made of knoty pine, because his heart was made of knoty pine, kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
and wishes he was still an old pine tree
kaw-liga that poor ol wooden head
kaw-liga was a lonely indian never went nowhere
kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
And wishes he was still an old pine tree, so she could never answer yes or no
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, kaw-liga that poor ol wooden head, and then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
poor ol kaw-liga he don t know what he missed
Because his heart was made of knoty pine, kaw-liga that poor ol wooden head Kaw-Liga, kaw-liga that poor ol wooden head
His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair, poor ol kaw-liga, kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
his heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair
kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, kaw-liga that poor ol wooden head
Because his heart was made of knoty pine, is it any wonder that his face is red, kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid, because his heart was made of knoty pine, and then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
he always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
so she could never answer yes or no
His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair, and then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
the maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he d talk
and wishes he was still an old pine tree
kaw-liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
poor ol kaw-liga he never got a kiss