Kaw-Liga Lyrics

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 knotty 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 knotty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss...