GSitting by the roadside Con a summer's daGy
Chatting with my mess-mates A7passing time aD7way
GLying in the shadows Cunderneath the treGes
Goodness how delicious A7eating D7goober peGas.

CHORUS
GPeas, peas, peas, peas
EaCting goober peGas
Goodness how A7delicious
D7Eating goober peGas.

When a horseman 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:Peas...

Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He looks down the roadway and what d'you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas.

CHORUS:Peas....

I think my song has lasted just about enough.
The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish the war was over so free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to goober peas.

CHORUS: Peas...