Add to ORKGvoice; guitars; fiddlesCollected by Mary Celestia Parler; Transcribed by Neil Byer Leroy Gardner, fiddle; Burl Langford, guitar Fayetteville, Ark. May 22, 1954 Reel 231, Item 11 Calijah 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 sti...