GSitting by the roadside Con a summer's daGy
Chatting with my mess-mates A7passing time aD7way
GLying in the shadows Cunderneath the treGes
Goodness how delicious A7eating D7goober peGas.
When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule?"
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
CHORUS:Peas...
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He looks down the roadway and what d'you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas.
CHORUS:Peas....
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.
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