Miss Pavlichenko - Woody Guthrie

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