歌词
Kaw Liga was a wooden
Indian, standin' by the door
He fell in love with the
Indian maiden, over in the antique store
Kaw Liga ohh, too stubborn to ever let it show
So she could never answer yes or no
He always wore his
Sunday feathers and held a
TomahawkThe maiden wore her beads and braids
And hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw Liga ohh, 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 there 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 ohh, 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 ohh, 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 there any wonder, that his face is red
Kaw Liga that poor ol' wooden head
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