Goober Peas - Tennessee Ernie Ford

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 enchanting-er 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