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The Residents
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Kawliga
poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you miss is it any wonder, that his face is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head
kaw-liga was a wooden indian standing over 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
too stubborn to ever show a sign because his heart is made of knotty pine
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com so she could never answer 'yes' or 'no'
and then one day, a wealthy customer bought the injun maid and took her, oh, so far away but old kaw-liga stayed
standin' there, as lonesome as can be just wishing he were still an old pine tree
poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you miss is it any wonder, that his face is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head
poor ol' kaw-liga, you ain't never got a kiss poor ol' kaw-liga, you don't know what you miss is it any wonder, that his face is red? kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head
kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head kaw-liga, that poor old wooden head
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