โหลดเพลง mp3 KAW-LIGA - Don Gibson

KAW-LIGA - Don Gibson
Kaw-liga was a wooden indian standing by the door

He fell in love with an indian maiden over
In the antique store

Kaw-liga 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 some day 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 maid
With the coal black hair

Kaw-liga 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 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