文本歌词

Kaw Liga - CHARLIE PRIDE
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden
Over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga
Well he just stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no no no
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga 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
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 well he stood there as lonely as can be
'Cause his heart was an ol' pine knoty tree tree
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga 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
Well then one day a wealthy customer
Bought the Indian maid
Took her oh so far away ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga
Stood there and never let it show
'Cause she could never answer yes or no no no
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga 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