Woody Guthrie - Miss Pavlichenko lyrics

[Woody Guthrie - Miss Pavlichenko lyrics]

Miss Pavilichenko's well known to fame
Russia's your country, fighting is your game
The whole world will love her for
A long time to come
For more than three hundred nazis
Fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis
Fell by your gun

Miss Pavlichenko's well known to fame
Russia's your country, fighting is your game
Your smile shines as bright as
Any new morning sun
But more than three hundred nazidogs
Fell by your gun fell by your gun, yes
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis
Fell by your gun



In your mountains and canyons
Quiet as the deer
Down in your bigtrees knowing no fear
You lift up your sight and down comes a hun
And more than three hundred nazidogs
Fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis
Fell by your gun

In your hot summer's heat
In your cold wintery snow
In all kinds of weather you
Track down your foe
This world will love your sweet face
The same way I've done
'Cause more than three hundred nazzy
Hound fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis
Fell by your gun

I'd hate to drop in a parachute and
Land an enemy in your land
If your Soviet people make it
So hard on invadin' men
I wouldn't crave to meet that wrong end
Of such a pretty lady's gun
If her name was Pavlichenko
And mine Three O One

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