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"Goober Peas," Lyrics, Text Format

Extending the vocal range with challenging tonic arpeggios
and octave skips.



  • Grade: Fourth
  • Origin: USA – Georgia, Confederate Civil War Song
  • Key: C Major
  • Time: 2/4
  • Form: rhythm: AAABCB – pitches: ABaCDC
    song: AB (verse/refrain)
  • Rhythm: beginners: | ti/ ri ti ti | syncopation,
    | ta ta | ta/a | ti ti ti ti |
  • Pitches: intermediate: Re Mi Fa So Si La Ti Do Re Mi
    raised dominant, extended range
  • Intervals: advanced: So/Do, Do\La, La\Si/La, Do\So\Mi descending tonic arpeggio, Do/Mi8, La/Do, Ti/Re8, Do\So/Do, Do\Mi, Mi/So, Fa/La, La\Re, Mi/Miascending octave skip
  • Musical Elements: notes: half, quarter, dotted eighth, eighth, sixteenth; verse/refrain, syncopation, raised dominant (Si)
  • Key Words: US history, US Civil War, Confederate States, Georgia, Yankees, Rebels, soldiers, mule, custom, enchanting, goober peas (peanuts), General, battle, row [rou] (a loud noise or uproar), rifles, Georgia Militia, interesting, rhymes, mighty, rags, fleas, kiss, wives, sweethearts, rations, scanty, wearing; abbreviations: d’ya (do you), subject’s (subject is); possessive: summer’s; colloquial: enchanting-er (more enchanting) , grinders (teeth)

“Goober Peas” 

1. Sitting by the roadside, on a summer’s day,
Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;
Lying in the shadow underneath the trees,
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas.
Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas.

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 fingers, eating goober peas.

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.
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.
5. 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.
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