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KawDmliga, was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kawliga just stood there and never let it A7show
So she could never answer yes or Dmno
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kawliga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
DPoor ol' kawliga, he never got a kiss
GPoor ol' Kawliga, he don't know what he missed
DIs it any wonder that his face is A7red
Kawliga, that poor ol' wooden Dhead Dm
Kawliga, was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
Kaliga, just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kawliga stayed
Kawliga just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
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