Goober Peas Lyrics\rbr\rbrSitting by the roadside on a summers day\rbrChatting with my mess-mates, passing time away\rbrLaying in the shadows underneath the trees\rbrGoodness how delicious eating goober peas\rbr\rbrPeas, peas, peas, peas\rbrEating goober peas\rbrGoodness how delicious\rbrEating goober peas\rbr\rbrWhen a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule\rbrTo cry out at their loudest, Mister, heres your mule?\rbrBut another pleasure enchanting-er than these\rbrIs wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas\rbr\rbrPeas, peas, peas, peas\rbrEating goober peas\rbrIs wearing out your grinders\rbrEating goober peas\rbr\rbrJust before the battle, the General hears a row\rbrHe said, The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now\rbrHe turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees?\rbrThe Georgia Militia eating goober peas\rbr\rbrPeas, peas, peas, peas\rbrEating goober peas\rbrThe Georgia Militia\rbrEating goober peas\rbr\rbrI think my song has lasted almost long enough\rbrThe subjects interesting but the rhymes are mighty tough\rbrI wish this war was over and free from rags and fleas\rbrWed kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas\rbr\rbrPeas, peas, peas, peas\rbrGobble goober peas\rbrWed kiss our wives and sweethearts\rbrAnd gobble goober peas