Burl Ives - Goober Peas



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.



Peas, peas, peas, peas

Eating goober peas

Goodness, how delicious,

Eating goober 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'ya think he sees?

The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas.



Peas, peas, peas, peas

Eating goober peas

Goodness, how delicious,

Eating goober peas.



I think my song has lasted just about enough.

The subject is 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.



Peas, peas, peas, peas

Eating goober peas

Goodness, how delicious,

Eating goober peas.