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, poor old wooden head
was a wooden indian standing over by the he fell in with an indian maid in the antique store
just stood there and let it show so she could answer "yes" or "no"
he always wore his sunday and a tomahawk the wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd
too to ever show a sign because his heart is made of knotty
was a lonely indian never nowhere his heart was set on the indian the coal black hair
just there and never let it show so she could never "yes" or "no"
and then one day, a wealthy the injun maid and took her, oh, so far but old kaw-liga
standin' there, as as can be just wishing he were still an old 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, that his face is kaw-liga, that poor old head
poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a poor ol' kaw-liga, you know what you miss is it any wonder, his face is red? kaw-liga, that old wooden head
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