Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-
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-
To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule?"
But another custom, enchanting-
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober 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.
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-