[00:15.54]Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
[00:23.70]He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
[00:31.90]Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
[00:39.12]So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
[00:46.36]Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
[00:54.00]Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
[01:01.32]Is it any wonder that his face is red?
[01:08.84]Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.
[01:16.20]He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
[01:23.83]The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
[01:31.60]Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
[01:38.99]Because his heart was made of knotty pine.
[01:46.37]Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
[01:54.01]His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
[02:01.65]Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
[02:08.85]So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
[02:16.32]And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
[02:24.04]And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
[02:31.93]Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
[02:39.29]And wishes he was still an old pine tree.