Goober Peas Chords by Burl Ives

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Sitting by the roadside [F] on [C] a summer's [G] day, chatting with my messmates, passing time away.
_ Laying in the shadows [F] underneath [C] the trees, goodness how [F] delicious, _ [G] eating [C] goober peas.
_ Peas, peas, peas, [G] peas, eating goober peas.
[C] Goodness [F] how delicious, [G] eating [C] goober peas.
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_ When the horseman passes, [F] the soldiers [G] have a rule, to cry out at their loudest, mister here's your mule.
But another pleasure, [F] _ [C] enchantinger than these, is wearing [F] out your [G] grinders, eating goober [C] peas.
Peas, peas, peas, [A] peas, eating goober peas.
Is wearing [F] out your [G] grinders, eating [C] goober peas.
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_ Just before the [F] battle, the general hears [C] a row, he said the Yanks are coming, I [G] hear their rifles now.
He [C] turns around in wonder, [F] and what do you [G] think he sees?
The [F] Georgia militia, [G] eating goober [C] peas.
Peas, peas, peas, [G] peas, eating [C] goober peas.
The [F] Georgia militia, [G] eating goober peas.
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I think my song has lasted, [Fm] almost [C] long enough, the subject's interesting, [A] but the rhymes are [G] mighty tough.
I wish this war was over, [F] and free from [G] rags and fleas, we'd kiss our [F] wives and sweethearts, [A] and [C] gobble goober peas.
Peas, [F] peas, peas, [G] peas, gobble goober [C] peas.
We'd kiss our [F] wives and sweethearts, [C] and gobble goober peas.
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