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Barbara Mandrell
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Kwa-Liga
Lyricist:Fred Rose, Hank Williams
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no
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
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids And hoped someday he'd talk Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart was made of knotty pine
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
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