Sittin' by the roadside on a
summer's day,
Chattin' with my messmates, passing time
away,
Lying in the shadow, 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 horseman passes, the soldiers
have a rule
To cry out at their loudest "Mister,
here's your mule!"
But still another pleasure enchantinger
than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating
goober peas!
Chorus
Just before the battle, the Gen'ral
hears a row,
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear
their rifles now"!
He turns around in wonder, and what do
you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia -- eating goober
peas!
Chorus
I think my song had lasted almost long
enough,
The subject's interesting, but rhymes
are mighty rough!
I wish this war was over, when free from
rags and fleas,
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and
gobble goober peas!
Chorus |
