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AmKaw-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 sE7how So she could never answer yes or Amno
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 E7sign Because his heart was made of knotty Ampine
CPoor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss FPoor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed CIs it any wonder that his face is G7red Kaw-liga that poor ol' woodenC head
AmKaw-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 E7show So she could never answer yes or Amno
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 E7be And wishes he was still an old pine Amtree
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