Goober Peas

Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day Chatting with my mess mates passing time away Laying 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 at their loudest Mister here's your mule But another pleasure enchantinger 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 said The Yanks are coming I hear their rifles now He turns around in wonder and what do you 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's interesting but the rhymes are mighty tough I wish this 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 wives and sweethearts And gobble goober peas