Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
Laying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness how delicious eating goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious
Eating goober peasWhen a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out at their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule?"
But another pleasure enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Is wearing out your grinders
Eating goober peasJust before the battle, the General hears a row
He said, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"
He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia eating goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
The Georgia Militia
Eating goober peasI think my song has lasted almost long enough
The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty tough
I wish this war was over and free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas
Gobble goober peas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts
And gobble goober peas