Goober Peas (buráky) chords

[G]Sitting by the roadside [C]on a summer's da[G]y
Chatting with my mess-mates [A7]passing time a[D7]way
[G]Lying in the shadows [C]underneath the tre[G]es
Goodness how delicious [A7]eating [D7]goober pe[G]as.

[CHORUS]
[G]Peas, peas, peas, peas
Ea[C]ting goober pe[G]as
Goodness how [A7]delicious
[D7]Eating goober pe[G]as.

When a horseman 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...

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.

CHORUS: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.

CHORUS: Peas...