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KAW-LIGA, was a wooden Indian standing by the door |
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He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store |
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KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it show |
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So she could never answer "YES" or "NO". |
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He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk |
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The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk |
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KAW-LIGA - A, too stubborn to ever show a sign |
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine. |
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Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he never got a kiss |
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Poor ol' KAW-LIGA, he don't know what he missed |
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Is it any wonder that his face is red |
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KAW-LIGA, that poor ol' wooden head. |
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KAW-LIGA, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere |
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His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair |
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KAW-LIGA - A, just stood there and never let it show |
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So she could never answer "YES" or "NO". |
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Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid |
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And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' KAW-LIGA stayed |
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KAW-LIGA - A, just stands there as lonely as can be |
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And wishes he was still an old pine tree. |