Kaw-Liga (Remastered 2014)

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 knotty 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 maiden with the coal black hair Kaw-Liga, just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer "Yes" or "No". 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.