Goober Peas
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| Burl Ives | DL5467, DL8248, DL4850, MCA20280, CD418 |
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| Kingston Trio |
Sitting by the road-side on a summer day,
Chatting with my mess-mates, to pass the time away,
Lying in the shadow, 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'you 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's 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.
