Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day, Chattin' with my messmates, passing time away, Lying in the shadow, underneath the trees, Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!
When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule!" But another custom, enchanting-er than these Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas! (Chorus)
Just before the battle, the Gen'ral hears a row, He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now!" He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees? The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas! (Chorus)
I think my song had lasted almost long enough, The subject's interesting, but rhymes are mighty rough! I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas, We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to goober peas. (Chorus)