Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
 He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
 Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever let it show
 So she could never answer yes or no.
 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 too stubborn to ever show a sign
 Because his heart was made of knoty pine.
 Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss
 Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he missed
 Is there any wonder that his face is red
 Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head.
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 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.
 And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
 And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
 Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
 Because his heart was made of knoty pine.
 Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss
 Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he missed
 Is there any wonder that his face is red
 Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head...