Verse 1 :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. :
Chorus ::Peas, peas, peas, peas ::Eating goober peas ::Goodness, how delicious, ::Eating goober peas.
Verse 2 :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. :Chorus :
Verse 3 :Just before the battle, the General hears a row :He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now." :He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees? :The 15th Alabama, eating goober peas. :Chorus ::(Note:
There sat the 15th Alabama, is reported in contemporary accounts)
Verse 4 :I think my song has lasted almost long enough. :The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty tough. :I wish the war was over, so free from rags and fleas :We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas. :Chorus ==Additional verse==