Goober Peas Lyrics\r
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Sitting by the roadside on a summers day\r
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away\r
Laying in the shadows underneath the trees\r
Goodness how delicious eating goober peas\r
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Peas, peas, peas, peas\r
Eating goober peas\r
Goodness how delicious\r
Eating goober peas\r
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When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule\r
To cry out at their loudest, Mister, heres your mule?\r
But another pleasure enchanting-er than these\r
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas\r
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Peas, peas, peas, peas\r
Eating goober peas\r
Is wearing out your grinders\r
Eating goober peas\r
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Just before the battle, the General hears a row\r
He said, The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now\r
He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees?\r
The Georgia Militia eating goober peas\r
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Peas, peas, peas, peas\r
Eating goober peas\r
The Georgia Militia\r
Eating goober peas\r
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I think my song has lasted almost long enough\r
The subjects interesting but the rhymes are mighty tough\r
I wish this war was over and free from rags and fleas\r
Wed kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas\r
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Peas, peas, peas, peas\r
Gobble goober peas\r
Wed kiss our wives and sweethearts\r
And gobble goober peas