Goober Peas

Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day

Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away

Lying in the shadows underneath the trees

Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas.

Peas, peas, peas, peas

Eating goober peas

Goodness, how delicious,

Eating goober peas.

When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule

To cry out their loudest, \"Mister, here's your mule!\"

But another pleasure, enchanting-er than these

Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.

Peas, peas, peas, peas

Eating goober peas

Goodness, how delicious,

Eating goober peas.

Just before the battle, the General hears a row

He says \"The Yankees are coming, I hear their rifles now.\"

He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees?

The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas.

Peas, peas, peas, peas

Eating goober peas

Goodness, how delicious,

Eating goober peas.

I think my song has lasted almost long enough.

The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough.

I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas

We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas.

Peas, peas, peas, peas

Eating goober peas

Goodness, how delicious,

Eating goober peas.