文本歌词

By the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid
Over in the antique store
KAW-LIGA-A 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-A 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 was a lonely Indian
Lonely asking be
His heart was set on the Indian maiden
With the coal black hair
KAW-LIGA-A just stood there
And never let it show
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-A 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