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[00:05.99][00:06.09]Liga  was a wooden indian standing by the door
[00:10.32]He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
[00:14.63]Kaw-liga - a  just stood there and never let it
[00:21.22]Show
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[00:23.28]So she could never answer yes or
[00:25.47]No
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[00:28.77]He always wore his sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
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[00:33.02]The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday hed talk
[00:37.45]Kaw-liga - a  too stubborn to ever show a sign
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[00:46.25]Because his heart was made of knotty pine
[00:49.27]Chorus
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[00:50.96]Poor ol kaw-liga  he never got a kiss
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[00:55.13]Poor ol kaw-liga  he dont know what he missed
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[00:59.37]Is it any wonder that his face is
[01:02.47]Red
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[01:03.42]Kaw-liga  that poor ol wooden
[01:05.40]Head
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[01:24.37]Kaw-liga  was a lonely indian never went nowhere
[01:28.57]His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair
[01:32.92]Kaw-liga - a  just stood there and never let it show
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[01:41.60]So she could never answer yes or no
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[01:46.97]Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid
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[01:51.28]And took her  oh  so far away  but ol kaw-liga stayed
[01:55.64]Kaw-liga - a  just stands there as lonely as can be
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[02:04.31]And wishes he was still an old pine tree
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[02:08.24]Chorus