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AKaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it Eshow
So she could never answer yes or Ano
HAe always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-liga too stubborn to ever show a Esign
Because his heart was made of knotty Apine
APoor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss
DPoor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed
AIs it any wonder that his face is rEed
Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden Ahead
AKaw-liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it Eshow
So she could never answer yes or Ano
TAhen one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can Ebe
And wishes he was still an old pine Atree
APoor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss
DPoor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed
AIs it any wonder that his face is rEed
Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden Ahead
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