Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day Chattin' with my mess mates passin' time awayLyin' in the shadow underneath the treesGoodness how delicious eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas eatin' goober peasGoodness how delicious eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas delicious goober peasWhen a horseman passes the soldiers have a ruleTo cry out at their loudest, mister here's your muleBut another pleasure that's enchantinger than theseIs wearing out your grinders eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas eatin' goober peasGoodness how delicious eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas delicious goober peasJust before the battle the general hears a rowHe says the Yanks are coming, can you hear them now?He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees?The Georgia militia eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas eatin' goober peasGoodness how delicious eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas delicious goober peasI think my song has lasted almost long enoughThe subject's interesting but rhymes are mighty roughI wish this war was over when free from rags and fleasWe'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and gobble goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas eatin' goober peasGoodness how delicious eatin' goober peasPeas, peas, peas, peas delicious goober peas