Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day
Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away
Lying in the shade underneath the trees
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas

Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas!
Eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas

Just before the battle, the Gen'ral heard a row
He said, "The Yanks are coming. I hear their rifles now"
He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia militia eating goober peas

Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas!
Eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas

Think my song has lasted almost long enough
The subject is most 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 and then we'd gobble goober peas