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Kaw-Liga
作詞:Fred Rose, Hank Williams
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' 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
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
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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
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 just stands there as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
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