For those who are uninitiated to the term Goober Peas are not peas at all. They are peanuts!
Early versions of this song were sung during the time of the American civil war and continue to be used even today.
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.
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 their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule!" But another custom, enchanting-er than these Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
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. 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.
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