Sitting by the roadside, on the summers day,
Chatting with my messmates, 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 horseman passes the soldiers have a rule:
To cry our at there loudest, "Hey mister, here's your mule!"
But another custom, 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 Yanks are coming, I hear there rifles now!"
And he turns around and wonder,
And what do you 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 subjects interesting, but times are mighty rough,
I wish this war was over when free from braggs and fleas,
We kiss our wives and sweethearts, and down for gooberpeas!
Peas, Peas, Peas, Peas, eating goober peas!
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!
Peas, Peas, Peas, Peas, eating goober peas!
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!