Kawliga

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Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian 
standing by the door

He fell in love with an Indian maid 
over in the antique store
Kaw-liga  just stood there and never
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 let it show
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So she could never answer yes or no

[Verse 2]
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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 
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a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty
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 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 
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red
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Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head

[Verse 3]
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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 
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let it show
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So she could never answer yes or no

[Verse 4]
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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
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 as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine 
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tree

[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 
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red
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Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head