poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you is it any wonder, that his face is
kaw-liga, poor old wooden head
was a wooden indian standing over by the he fell in love an indian maid in the antique store
just there and never let it show so she could never "yes" or "no"
he wore his sunday feathers and held a the maiden wore her beads and and hoped someday he'd
too stubborn to show a sign because his heart is of knotty pine
kaw-liga was a lonely never nowhere his was set on the indian maiden with the coal hair
just stood there and never let it so she could answer "yes" or "no"
and one day, a wealthy customer the injun maid and her, oh, so far away but old kaw-liga
standin' there, as as can be just wishing he were still an old tree
ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you is it any wonder, that his face is kaw-liga, poor old wooden head
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