Исполнитель: | Burl Ives (English) |
Пользователь: | grampablack |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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Комментарии к подбору: | Нет |
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Sitting by the roadside on a summer’s day
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Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
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Laying in the shadow underneath the trees
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Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas.
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Peas, peas, peas, peas, Eating goober peas
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Goodness, how delicious, Eating goober peas.
When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out at their loudest, "Mister, here’s your mule!"
But there’s another pleasure, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas, Eating goober peas
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
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.
Peas, peas, peas, peas, Eating goober peas
The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas.
I think my song has lasted almost long 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, and gobble goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas, Eating goober peas
We’d kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas.