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Kaw-Liga was a wooden |
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Indian standing by the door |
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He fell in love with an |
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Indian maid over in the antique store |
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Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show |
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So she could never answer "Yes" or "No". |
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He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk |
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The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk |
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Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever show a sign |
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine. |
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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 red |
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Kaw-Liga, that poor ol' wooden head. |
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Kaw-Liga, was a lonely |
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Indian never went nowhere |
