Goober Peas - Single Version

Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my messmates, passin' time away
Laying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness, how delicious, eatin' goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eatin' goober peas
Goodness, how delicious
Eatin' goober peas

When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out at their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule"
But another pleasure, enchanting-er than these
Is wearin' out your grinders, eatin' goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eatin' goober peas
Is wearin' out your grinders
Eatin' goober peas

Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He said, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"
He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees?
The Georgia Militia eatin' goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eatin' goober peas
The Georgia Militia
Eatin' goober peas

I think my song has lasted almost long enough
The subject's interestin', but the rhymes are mighty tough
I wish this war was over, and free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and gobble goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Gobble goober peas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts
And gobble goober peas