Burl Ives - Goober Peas Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away 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-man 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. Peas, peas, peas, peas Eating goober peas Goodness, how delicious, 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'ya think he sees? The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas. Peas, peas, peas, peas Eating goober peas Goodness, how delicious, Eating goober peas. I think my song has lasted just about enough. The subject is 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. Peas, peas, peas, peas Eating goober peas Goodness, how delicious, Eating goober peas.
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