Candle For Mr. G
George was a friend of mine when I was just a kid
We were going to change the world but I don’t think we did
George never struck a chord but maybe we could start a band
I could play guitar and Georgie, he could drive the van

George was never going to be the brains of any crew
But he was loyal through and through
Haven’t been in touch much lately, since I moved away
I can’t believe the words today

Thirty feet from his own yard
Now he’s laying in the boulevard
He looked east, the car was west
Now a wheel is on his chest
Things won’t ever be the same
As I sit alone at a Yankee game
All I’ve got’s your memory
And now I light a candle for Mr. G

George at a party, well he’d drink until he’d fall
Getting louder by the gulp when he could speak at all
Now, George wasn’t handsome and he couldn’t spell career
Never had two nickels but he always had that beer

Georgie had one pickup line and I’ve never seen it work
The girls all thought he was a jerk
But still we loved our Georgie, loved him by our side
I can’t believe that Georgie’s died

Thirty feet from his own yard
Now he’s laying in the boulevard
He looked east, the car was west
Now a wheel is on his chest
Things won’t ever be the same
As I sit alone at a Yankee game
Struggling with your memory
And now I light a candle for Mr. G

There was the time that we all went to Central Park
Little brother ‘s first time with the big boys after dark
We grabbed a jug of wine but (baby) Georgie drank too much
Rain started pouring down and then so did Georgie’s guts

Georgie thinks that he’s on fire so we had to put him out
Just then the mob begins to shout
And baby brother’s soaking wet, I think we’ve kept him out too late
But I’d say old Georgie scared him straight

Thirty feet from his own yard
Now he’s laying in the boulevard
He looked east, the car was west
Now a wheel is on his chest
Things won’t ever be the same
As I sit alone at a Yankee game
At least I’ve got your memory
And now I light my candle for Mr. G

In memory of George Guida

words and music by bobwhite
©2003 Hannah’s Dad’s Music/Samsongs BMI

bob white – lead vocals, acoustic guitars, drum programs
barlow sample – electric guitars and background vocals
cliff – bass and vocals
joe bob “don’t call me bob” bob – drums and percussion

produced by Roman Cliff
engineered by Hans Asperger
mixed by Joey Abersom
recorded at 44 Square, California, USA
vocals recorded in the blue room
executive producer – Joel Abramson