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!

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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!

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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!

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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