F
F    C  F
F    C  F

[Verse]
                        C             F
Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day
                                C
Chattin' with my mess mates and passing time away
F                     Bb
Sittin' in the shadow underneath the trees
F                       C             F
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas

[Chorus]
                        C             F
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas
                        C             F
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas

[Verse]
                          C               F
When a farmer passes, the soldiers have a rule
                              C
To cry out at their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule"
F                          Bb
But there is a pleasure, enchantinger than these
     F                          C             F
It's wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas

[Chorus]
                        C             F
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas
                        C             F
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas

[Verse]
                            C               F
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
                                  C
He said, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"
   F                           Bb
He turned around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
    F                C             F
The Georgia militia, eating goober peas!

[Chorus]
                        C             F
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas
                        C             F
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas

[Verse]
                              C            F
We think this song has lasted almost long enough
                                     C
The subject is most interesting, but rhymes are mighty rough
F                            Bb
When this war was over, when free from rags and fleas
      F                                             C             F
We'll kiss our wives and sweethearts and then we'll gobble goober peas