Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away Lying in the shade underneath the trees Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas
Just before the battle, the General heard a row He said, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now" He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees? The Georgia militia eating goober peas
Think my song has lasted almost long enough The subject is most 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 then we'd gobble goober peasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
