时间：2013-01-01
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Kaw Liga (Remastered) - Johnny Burnette
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 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 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
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
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away but ol' KAW-LIGA stayed
KAW-LIGA just stands there as lonely as can be
And wishes he was still an old pine tree
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
