Kaw‐Liga

[00:06.22] Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
[00:09.82] He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
[00:14.08] Kaw-Liga, just stood there and never let it show
[00:22.27] So she could never answer "yes" or "no"
[00:27.34] He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
[00:32.06] The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
[00:36.96] Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
[00:46.24] Because his heart was made of knotty pine
[00:50.50] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
[00:54.06] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed
[00:58.71] Is it any wonder that his face is red
[01:02.97] Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden head
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[01:24.03] Kaw-Liga, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
[01:28.48] His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair
[01:32.71] Kaw-Liga, just stood there and never let it show
[01:39.94] So she could never answer "yes" or "no"
[01:46.42] And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
[01:51.61] And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
[01:54.86] Kaw-Liga, just stands there as lonely as can be
[02:03.46] And wishes he was still an old pine tree
[02:09.25] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
[02:13.11] Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed
[02:17.37] Is it any wonder that his face is red
[02:21.42] Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden head
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