Kaw Liga
Kaw Liga was a wooden Indian
- Kaw Liga was a wooden Indian
- Standin' over by the door
- He fell in love with an Indian maid
- Over the antique store
- Kaw Liga oooh just stands there and never let it show
- So she could never answer yes or no
- He always wore his Sunday feathers
- Held a tomahawk
- The maiden wore her beads and braids
- And hoped someday he'd talk
- Kaw Liga oooh stood there and never showed a sign
- Because his heart was made of knotty pine
- Poor ol' Kaw Liga he never got a kiss
- Poor ol' Kaw Liga he don't know what he missed
- Is it any wonder that his face is red
- Kaw Liga that poor ol' wooden head
- Kaw Liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
- His heart was set on the Indian maid
- The one with the coal black hair
- Kaw Liga oooh just stand there and never let it show
- So she could never answer yes or no
- And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
- And he took her oh so far away
- But ol' Kaw Liga stayed
- Kaw Liga oooh just stands there as lonely as can be
- And wishes he was still an old pine tree
- Poor ol' Kaw Liga he never got a kiss
- Poor ol' Kaw Liga he don't know what he missed
- Is it any wonder that his face is red
- Kaw Liga that poor ol' wooden head
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