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He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-liga - a  just stood there and never 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 hed talk
Kaw-liga - a  too stubborn to ever show a sign

Because his heart was made of knotty pine
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Poor ol kaw-liga  he never got a kiss

Poor ol kaw-liga  he dont know what he missed

Is it any wonder that his face is
Red

Kaw-liga  that poor ol wooden
Head

Kaw-liga  was a lonely indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the indian maiden with the coal black hair
Kaw-liga - a  just stood there and never let it show

So she could never answer yes or no

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid

And took her  oh  so far away  but ol kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga - a  just stands there as lonely as can be

And wishes he was still an old pine tree

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