Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)

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