MISS PAVLICHENKO Fell by your gun, Fell by your gun Three hundred nazis fell by your gun. Fell by your gun, oh, Fell by your gun More than three hundred nazis fell by your gun. Miss Pavlichenko's well known to fame; Russia's your country, fighting is your game; The world will always love you for all the time to come, Three hundred nazis fell by your gun. In the mountains and canyons quiet as the deer. Down in the forests knowing no fear. Lift up your sight. Down comes a hun. Three hundred nazis has fell by your gun. In the hot summer's heat, in the cold winter snow, All kinds of weather you track down the foe; Your face is as bright as any new morning sun, Because three hundred nazis has fell by your gun. Fell by your gun, Fell by your gun Three hundred nazis fell by your gun. Fell by your gun, oh, Fell by your gun More than three hundred nazis fell by your gun. Woody Guthrie > canzoni > Hard Travelin' - The Asch Recordings Vol 3