GOOBER PEAS



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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.



C F G7 C / C F C G7 C



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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