| Lyrics: | 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.
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.
CHORUS
This version in Folk Songs for Fun, copyright
1957 by Oscar Brand
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