Transcript Goober Peas - Mr. Ethan Hall

Chorus
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
Nguba
"Goober Peas" is a traditional folksong mostly
known in the Southern United States.
It was popular with Confederate soldiers
during the American Civil War,
and it is still sung frequently
in the South to this day.
The lyrics of "Goober Peas"
are a fairly accurate description
of daily life for Southerners
during the last few years of the Civil War.
After being cut off from the rail lines
and their farm land,
they had little to eat aside from
boiled peanuts (or "goober peas")
which often served as an emergency ration,
especially in Georgia.
Publication date on the earliest sheet music is
1866, published in New Orleans.
The composer, perhaps humorously,
is listed as P. Nutt.
Chorus
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
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.
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
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
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 Georgia Militia,
eating goober peas.
Chorus
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
Verse 4
I think my song has lasted
almost long enough.
The subject's interesting,
but the rhymes are rough.
I wish the war was over,
so free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts,
and gobble goober peas.
Chorus
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
Goodness, how delicious,
eating goober peas.
Verse 5 – stanza of a prison song
But now we are in prison
and likely long to stay,
The Yankees they are guarding us,
no hope to get away;
Our rations they are scanty,
'tis cold enough to freeze,—
I wish I was in Georgia,
eating goober peas.
Chorus from prison
Peas, peas, peas, peas,
Eating goober peas;
I wish I was in Georgia,
eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas;
I wish I was in Georgia,
Eating goober peas.
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