Kaw-Liga

歌詞

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 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 knoty 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 Kaw-Liga That poor ol' wooden head. Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian Never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maid 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. 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 Kaw-Liga That poor ol' wooden head. Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head...