Circle left
Kawliga was a wooden Indian standing over by the door.
He fell in love with the Chocktaw maid over at George's store.
Kawliga . . .
Left allemande the corner, weave the ring
Poor old Kawliga he never got a kiss
Swing your honey and promenade your miss
It isn't any wonder that his face is red,
Kawliga that poor old wooden head...

Heads promenade half way around
Come down the middle right and left thru, turn that lady there,
Square thru four hands around to the corner
Dosado, star thru, square thru 3/4
Swing that honey round and round and promenade your miss
It isn't any wonder that his face is red,
Kawliga that poor old wooden head...

Sides lead right,
Circle up four tonight, side men break and make a line,
up to the middle and back
Pass thru and wheel and deal, double pass thru,
Track two, the boys outside the girls inside you do,
Swing thru and when your there turn thru my friend
Swing the corner lady boys and promenade again
It isn't any wonder that his face is red,
Kawliga that poor old wooden head...

Sides face, grand square (Let drums play)
Circle left
Poor old Kawliga he never got a kiss
Swing your honey and promenade your miss
It isn't any wonder that his face is red,
Kawliga that poor old wooden head...

Sides face, grand square
He always wore his Sunday feathers and carried that big old hawk.
His maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk,
Kawliga . . .
Left allemande the corner, weave the ring
Poor old Kawliga he never got a kiss
Swing your honey and promenade your miss
It isn't any wonder that his face is red,
Kawliga that poor old wooden head...