Kawliga Teclado

	  
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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 
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Kaw-liga  just stood there and never let it show 
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So she could never answer yes or no 
  
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He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk 
  
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped someday he'd talk 
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Kaw-liga  too stubborn to ever show a sign 
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Because his heart was made of knotty pine 

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Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss 
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Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed 
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Is it any wonder that his face is red 
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Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head  
  
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Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian never went nowhere 
  
His heart was set on the Indian maiden with the coal black hair 
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Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show 
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So she could never answer yes or no 
  
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Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid 
  
And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-liga stayed 
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Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be                           
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And wishes he was still an old pine tree 
  
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Poor ol' Kaw-liga he never got a kiss 
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Poor ol' Kaw-liga he don't know what he missed 
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Is it any wonder that his face is red 
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Kaw-liga that poor ol' wooden head