Kaw-Liga歌词

[00:00.00] Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
[00:10.02]He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
[00:14.13]Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
[00:22.98]So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
[00:25.74]Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
[00:26.46]Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
[00:27.24]Is it any wonder that his face is red?
[00:27.99]Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.
[00:28.74]He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
[00:32.79]The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
[00:37.14]Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
[00:45.96]Because his heart was made of knotty pine.
[00:53.76]Kaw - liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
[01:28.32]His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
[01:32.67]Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
[01:41.28]So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
[01:46.71]And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
[01:51.00]And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
[01:55.41]Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
[02:04.08]And wishes he was still an old pine tree.