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A Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store E Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show A So she could never answer yes or no A He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk E Kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a sign A Because his heart was made of knotty pine A Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss D Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed A E Is it any wonder that his face is red A Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head A Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair E Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show A So she could never answer yes or no A Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-liga stayed E Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be A And wishes he was still an old pine tree A Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss D Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed A E Is it any wonder that his face is red A Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head
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