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Sitting by the road-side on a summer day,
Chatting with my mess-mates, to pass the 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 horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule,
To cry out their loudest, - "Farmer, where's your mule?"
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas
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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
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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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This version in Folk Songs for Fun, copyright 1957 by Oscar Brand
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