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Marty Robbins
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Kaw-Liga
作词:Fred Rose, Hank Williams
Kaw Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door He fell in love with the Indian maiden, over in the antique store Kaw Liga ohh, 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 ohh, 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 there any wonder that his face is red Kaw Liga that poor ol' wooden head 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Kaw Liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere His heart was set on the Indian maiden, with the coal black hair Kaw Liga ohh, 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 ohh, 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 there any wonder, that his face is red Kaw Liga that poor ol' wooden head
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