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