Sitting by the Roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my messmates passing time away
Lying in the shadow underneath the trees
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!

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

When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out at their loudest "Mister here's your mule"
But another pleasure enchantinger than these, is wearing out your Grinders, eating goober peas!

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

Just before the battle the General hears a row
He says "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 peas!
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas!
Eating goober peas!
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas!
Eating goober peas!
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas!
Delicious goober peas

I think my song has lasted almost long enough
The subject's 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 gobble goober peas!

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