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