Loretta Lynn - Kaw-Liga Lyrics

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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 knoty pine

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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 maid

With the coal black hair

Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show

So she could never answer yes or no

And 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

Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head

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