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| General make'em babies cry... errr Boneyard am mistaked. Am meaning General make me am Boneyard cry like babies with flowery speaches... Mmmmm speaches... Mmmmm peaches... Mmmmm PEAS!!
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| Peas, peas, peas, peas<br>
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| Eating goober peas<br>
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| Goodness how delicious<br>
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| Eating goober peas.<br>
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| Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day<br>
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| Chatting with my mess-mates passing time away<br>
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| Lying in the shadows underneath the trees<br>
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| Goodness how delicious eating goober peas.<br>
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| Peas, peas, peas, peas<br>
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| Eating goober peas<br>
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| Goodness how delicious<br>
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| Eating goober peas.<br>
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| When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule<br>
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| To cry out their loudest, 'Mister, here's your mule?'<br>
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| But another custom, enchanting-er than these<br>
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| Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.<br>
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| Peas, peas, peas, peas<br>
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| Eating goober peas<br>
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| Goodness how delicious<br>
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| Eating goober peas.<br>
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| Just before the battle, the General hears a row<br>
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| He says 'The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now.'<br>
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| He looks down the roadway and what d'you think he sees?<br>
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| The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas.<br>
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| Peas, peas, peas, peas<br>
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| Eating goober peas<br>
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| Goodness how delicious<br>
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| Eating goober peas.<br>
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| I think my song has lasted just about enough.<br>
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| The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough.<br>
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| I wish the war was over so free from rags and fleas<br>
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| We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to goober peas.<br>
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| Peas, peas, peas, peas<br>
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| Eating goober peas<br>
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| Goodness how delicious<br>
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| Eating goober peas.<br>
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| Boneyard am liking Peas...
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