1.

Sitting by the roadside on a summer day,
Chatting with my messmates passing time away,
Lying in the shadow underneath the trees,
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!
Chorus:
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! eating goober peas!
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas!

2.

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!
Chorus:

3.

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!
Chorus:

4.

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!
Chorus: