Goober Peas (A. Pinder)

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Sitting by the roadside,

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On a summer's day,

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Chatting with my mess-mates,

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Passing time a-way,

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Lying in the shadows

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Un-derneath the trees,

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Goodness, how de-li-cious,

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Eating goober peas.


CHORUS

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Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas.

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Goodness, how de-li-cious eating goober peas.


When a horse-man passes,
The soldiers have a rule,
To cry out their loudest,
"Mister, here's your mule!"
Another pleasure thats
Enchantinger than these,
Is wearing out your grinders,
Eating goober peas.

REPEAT CHORUS

Just before the battle,
The General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming!
I can hear them now!"
He turns around in wonder,
And whad'ya think he sees?
The Georgia Militia,
Eating goober peas.

REPEAT CHORUS

I think my song has lasted,
Almost long enough.
The subject is 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,
And gobble goober peas.

REPEAT CHORUS