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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.

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