โหลดเพลง mp3 Kaw-Liga - Marty Robbins

Kaw-Liga - Marty Robbins
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 too stubborn to ever 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 knoty 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 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 too stubborn to ever show a sign

Because his heart was made of knoty 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