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 well he just stood there and never let
it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga well he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he
missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-Liga
that poor ol' wooden head
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 well he stood there as lonely as can
be
Cause his heart was an ol' pine knoty tree
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga...
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the
Indian maid
He took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga
stayed
Well he stood there and never let it show so she
could never answer yes or no
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga...
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