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Kaw-Liga, was a wooden Indian standing by the door

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He fell in love with an Indian maid 

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over in the antique store

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Kaw-Liga, just stood there and never let it show

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So she could never answer yes or now. 

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He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk

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The maiden wore her beads and braids 

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and hoped someday he'd talk

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Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign

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Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

chorus: 

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Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss

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Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed

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Is it any wonder that his face is red

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Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden head

verse 2

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

chorus:

verse 3

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree

chorus:

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