Liga-AcE/Maze

Liga - Ace Kaw-Liga, the wooden Indian standin' by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store Kaw-Liga, well, he just stood there and never let it show Aww, she could never answer yes or no Poor ol' Kaw-Liga well 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 He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk Kaw-Liga, well, he stood there as lonely as can be Cause his heart was an ol' pine knoty tree, tree, tree Poor ol' Kaw-Liga well 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, well he stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no, no, no, no Poor ol' Kaw-Liga well 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