Kaw-liga Lyrics - Residents

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 

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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 

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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