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Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
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Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
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Lying in the shadows underneath the trees
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Goodness, how delicious, eating Goober peas.
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Peas, peas, peas, peas, Eating Goober peas
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Goodness, how delicious, Eating goober peas.
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When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
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To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule!"
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But another custom, enchantinger than these
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Is wearing out your grinders, eating Goober peas.
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Peas, peas, peas, peas, Eating Goober peas
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Goodness, how delicious, Eating Goober peas.
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Just before the battle, the General hears a row
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He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
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He looks down the roadway, and what d'ya think he sees?
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The Georgia Militia cracking Goober peas.
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Peas, peas, peas, peas, Eating Goober peas
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Goodness, how delicious, Eating Goober peas.
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I think my song has lasted just about enough.
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The subject is interesting, but the rhymes are mighty rough.
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I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas
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We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to Goober peas.
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Peas, peas, peas, peas, Eating Goober peas
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Goodness, how delicious, Eating Goober peas.