Burl Ives - Goober Peas lyrics

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