Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miss Pavlichenko, artist - Woody Guthrie. Album song Hard Travelin', The Asch Recordings, Vol. 3, in the genre
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
Miss Pavlichenko |
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 |