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 maid 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 someday he'd talk

Kaw liga too stubborn to ever show a sign

Because his heart was made of knotty pine

Poor old kaw liga he never got a kiss

Poor old kaw liga he don't know what he missed

Is it any wonder that his face is red

Kaw liga that poor old 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

Then one day a wealthy customer bought the indian maid

And took her oh so far away but old kaw liga stayed

Kaw liga just stands there as lonely as can be

And wishes he was still an old pine tree

Poor old kaw liga he never got a kiss

Poor old kaw liga he don't know what he missed

Is it any wonder that his face is red

Kaw liga that poor old wooden head

Kaw liga