Текст песни Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian

Standin' over by the door

Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid

Over in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never let it show

She don't ever answer, yes or no

And he always wore his Sunday feathers

And carried his old black hawk

Maiden wore her beads and braids

An hoped someday he'd talk

Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never show a sign

'Cause his heart is made of knotty pine

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss

Is it any wonder that your face is red?

Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian
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Never went nowhere

Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid

Wearin' the long, black hair

Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, don't never show a sign

'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine

And then one day, a wealthy customer

Bought the Indian maid

Took her oh so far away

And ol' Kaw-Liga stayed

Kaw-Liga, ooh

Standin' there, as lonesome as can be

Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' pine tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't never had no kissin'

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know what you're missin'

Is it any wonder, that your face is red?

Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden head

Just a head

Just a head