Sittin' by the roadside on a summer day,
chattin' with my mess-mates
passin' time away.
Sittin' in the shadow underneath the trees
goodness how delicious
eatin' goober peas.

Peas, peas, peas, peas
eatin' goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas
eatin' goober peas.

" Tell them Bobby ! "

When the farmer passes , the soldiers have a rule.
They cry out at their loudest
" Mister, here's your mule ! "
Wonder, if there's a pleasure in heaven more than these.
It's wearing out your grinders, eatin' goober peas.

Peas, peas, peas, peas
eatin' goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas
eatin' goober peas.

" Take it boy ! "

" Pick it Davey ! "

Just before the battle, the general hears a row.
He says " The Yanks are comin' , I hear their rifles now. "
He turns around in wonder, and what do you think he sees ?
The Georgia Militia, eatin' goober peas.

Peas, peas, peas, peas
eatin' goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas
eatin' goober peas.

We think this song has lasted almost long enough.
The subject is most interesting but rhymes are mighty rough.
When this war is over, when free from rags and fleas,
we'll kiss our wives and sweet-hearts,
then, we'll, gobble goober peas.