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Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, by the door
He in love with an indian maid, over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
stood there, and never let it show
So she never answer yes or no

He always wore his Sunday feathers, and a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, ooh
To stubborn to ever show a
his heart is made of knotty pine

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he know what he missed
Is it any that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, went nowhere
His heart was set on the Chocktaw maid the coal-black hair
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stood there and never let it
So she never answer yes or no

And then one day, a wealthy customer bought the Indian
And took her oh-so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stands there, as as can be
And he were still an ol' pine tree

ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know he missed
Is it any wonder, that his face is
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' head