1. Sitting by the road-side on a summer's day,
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away,
Lying in the shadow, underneath the trees,
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas.
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Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!
2. When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule,
To cry out at their loudest, "Hey Mister, here's your mule"
But another pleasure, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
Chorus
3. Just before the battle, the General hears a row;
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now".
He turns around in wonder and what d'you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia eating goober peas.
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4. I think my song has lasted almost long enough.
The subject's interesting but rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish the war was over when free from rags and fleas,
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas.
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