歌词
Glad you were the wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
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Glad you were the wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga
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Glad you were the 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 told a soul
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 told a soul
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
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