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Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day. Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away.
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Lying in the shade underneath the trees. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas.
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Chorus:
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Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas. (Repeat)
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Just before the battle, the Gen'ral heard a row. He said, "The Yanks are coming. I hear their rifles now."
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He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees? The Georgia militia eating goober peas!
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Think my song has lasted almost long enough. The subject is most interesting but rhymes are mighty rough.
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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!
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GOOBER PEAS
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Bill Hansen |