Teach them this song and all will go well.
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.
Chorus:
|: 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.
Chorus:
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.
Chorus:
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-bye to goober peas.
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