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Now you did it... I can't get the lyrics to Kaw-Liga outta my head!

 

"Kaw-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 show

So she could never answer yes or no

 

He 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 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 maiden with the coal black hair

Kaw-Liga 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' Kaw-Liga stayed

Kaw-Liga, 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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