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.
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.