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Kaw-Liga Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the doorHe fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique storeKaw-Liga well he just stood there and never let it showSo she could never answer yes or no[Chorus]Poor ol' Kaw-Liga well he never got a kissPoor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he missedIs it any wonder that his face is red Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden headHe always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawkThe maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talkKaw-Liga well he stood there as lonely as can be'Cause his heart was an ol' pine knotty tree[Chorus] And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maidHe took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayedWell he stood there and never let it show so she could never answer yes or no[Chorus] From Letras Mania