Goober Peas
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Sittin’ by the roadside on a summer’s day Chattin’ with my mess-mates, to pass the 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 there’s another pastime much nobler than this, it’s wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas. Chorus
Just around the corner, the General hears a row He says, “The Yanks are comin’, I can hear their rifles now.” He looks over his shoulder, and what d’ya think he sees? The Georgia Militia, eating 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 3
Note: This is another Civil War song.