Mary Celestia Parler;
Leroy Gardner, fiddle;
Burl Langford, guitar
May 22, 1954
Reel 231, Item 11
Calijah was a wooden Indian,
Standing by the door,
He fell in love with an Indian maiden
Over in t h e (?)
Calijah, just stood there as lonely as could be,
And wished that he was still an old pine tree.
Chorus: Poor old Calijah, he never gob a kiss,
Poor old Calijah, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Calijah, that poor old wooden head.
He always wore his Sunday feathers
And he wore a tomahawk,
His maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped someday he'd talk,
Calijah, he stood there as stubborn as could be,
Wishing he was still an old pine tree.
("That's all we know.")
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