Kaw Liga-Boxcar Willie

Kaw Liga - Boxcar Willie 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 - a, too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart was made of knotty pine. Poor ol kaw-liga, he never got a kiss Poor ol 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 maiden with the coal black hair Kaw-liga - a, just stands there as lonely as can be Because his heart was made of knotty tree. Poor ol kaw-liga, he never got a kiss Poor ol 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 always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped Kaw liga just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no Poor ol' kaw liga he never got a kiss Poor ol' 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 And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid He took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed Kaw liga just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no Poor ol' kaw liga he never got a kiss Poor ol' 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