Woody Guthrie - Miss Pavlichenko

Fell by your gun, Fell by your gun, Three hundred nazis fell by your gun. Miss Pavilichenko’s well known to fame, Russia’s your country, fighting is your game. The whole world will love you, long time to come, Three hundred nazis fell by your gun. Fell by your gun, Fell by your gun, Three hundred nazis fell by your gun. In the mountains and canyons quiet as a deer. Down in your forest, knowing no fear. Lift up your sight, down comes a hun, 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. In the hot summer’s heat, or tne cold winter snow, All kinds of weather, you track down the foe. Your face is the pride, is the new morning sun, Three hundred nazis fell by your gun. Fell by your gun, Fell by your gun, Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.