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 is red?
kaw-liga, that old wooden head
was a wooden indian standing over by the he fell in love with an indian over in the antique
just there and never let it show so she never answer "yes" or "no"
he always his sunday feathers and held a the maiden wore her and braids and hoped he'd talk
too to ever show a sign because his heart is of knotty pine
kaw-liga was a indian never nowhere his heart was set on the maiden the coal black hair
just stood there and let it show so she never answer "yes" or "no"
and then one day, a wealthy the injun maid and her, oh, so far away but old kaw-liga
standin' there, as 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, his face is red? kaw-liga, poor old wooden head
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 face is kaw-liga, that poor old wooden
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