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Hank Wiliams
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Kaw-liga
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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'. 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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