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