Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess mates passing time away
Laying 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 at their loudest
Mister here's your mule
But another pleasure enchantinger than these
Is wearing out your grinders eating goober peas
Peas peas peas peas
Eating goober peas
Is wearing out your grinders
Eating goober peas
Just before the battle the General hears a row
He said The Yanks are coming I hear their rifles now
He turns around in wonder and
what do you think he sees
The Georgia Militia eating goober peas
Peas peas peas peas
Eating goober peas
The Georgia Militia
Eating goober peas
I think my song has lasted almost long enough
The subject's interesting
but the rhymes are mighty tough
I wish this war was over and free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and
sweethearts and gobble goober peas
Peas peas peas peas
Gobble goober peas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts
And gobble goober peas