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. Chorus: |: 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 custom, Enchanting-er than these Is wearing out your grinders, Eating goober peas. Chorus: Just before the battle, The General hears a row He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now." He looks down the roadway And what d'you think he sees? The Georgia Militia Cracking goober peas. Chorus:

I think my song has lasted Just about enough. The subject's interesting but The rhymes are mighty rough. I wish the war was over So free from rags and fleas We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, Say good-bye to goober peas. Chorus:

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