Goober Peas Lyrics

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
Is wearing out your grinders,
Eating goober peas.
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks 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
The Georgia Militia,
Eating goober peas.
I think my song has lasted almost long enough.
The subject is interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough.
I wish the war was over, and free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas.

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Gobble goober peas
We'd kiss our wive's and sweetheart,
and gobble goober peas.