Kaw-Liga 歌詞
Kaw-Liga - Charley Pride
Written by：Rose Rred/Williams SR. Hank
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 yeah ho
Well he stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no no no
Poor ol' Kaw-liga well 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
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 well he stood there as lonely as can be
'Cause his heart was an ol' pine knoty tree tree
Poor ol' Kaw-liga well 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
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-liga stayed
Kaw-liga yeah ho
He stood there and never let it show
So she could never answer yes or no no no
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