Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away Lying in the shadows 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
Verse 3
Just before the battle, the General 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, eating goober peas. Chorus
(Note: There sat the Georgia Militia, is reported in contemporary accounts as underlying the battle of Griswoldville where they fought fiercely. \"The Tennessee Militia\" is sung instead in some versions. Tennessee in the American Civil War was the last of the Southern states to declare secession. Tennessee politicians John Bell supported it with reluctance, while Andrew Johnson fought it.
Verse 4
I think my song has lasted almost long enough. The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough. I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas. Chorus