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Kaw Liga - Tommy Steele
Written by：Rose/Lionel Bart
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
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 day he'd talk
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
Poor kaw liga
He don't 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
Lonely asking be
His heart was set on the indian maiden
With the coal black hair
Kaw liga just stood there
And never let it show
She could never answer yes or no
Then wealthy customer came
Bought the indian maid
Took her oh so far away
But ol' kaw liga stayed
Kaw liga just stands
There as lonely as can be eh eh
Said he still an old pine tree
Poor ol' kaw liga
He never got a kiss
Poor kaw liga
He don't what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red
Kaw liga that poor wooden head
