Lyrics Miss Pavlichenko - Woody Guthrie

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