6 March 2020 — 0634 mst
Biden’s time has arrived
Goodby Joe? Whoa! No! It’s Hello, Joe, way to go!
After he face-planted in Iowa and New Hampshire, I reckoned Joe Biden’s last hurrah was over. To the tune of Jambalaya, here performed by Marceau Camille. Then Joe triumphed in South Carolina and ten Super Tuesday states, and I had to write lyrics celebrating his resurrection.
Mauritius born Camille learned his craft playing in the Mauritius Police Band. He’s now based in Sydney, Australia, where, at the 2009 Fiesta Tropical, he recorded this upbeat, relaxed, version of Hank Williams’ classic song. The prancing cowgirls, on which he kept a wary eye, are a bit much, but the musical arrangement, especially the tempo, is first class.
After the Iowa and New Hampshire Disasters
You’ve run like hell, but not done well, your feet are slowing,
Your time’s gone by, you’ve had your try, the years keep going,
The glass won’t slow to match your show, the sands keep flowing,
Your day is done, now sets the sun, on your last showing.
Goodby Joe, it’s time to go, from the hustings,
You’re getting slow, and people know, your game is rusting,
Your last hurrah, the wind grows raw, your star is falling,
You’ve had your fun, now end your run, the pasture’s calling.
Then Came South Carolina
Hey there Joe, way to go, you done whupped Bernie,
Kicked his butt, leaped from your rut, prolonged your journey,
Just in time, your star did shine, in Carolina,
You did just fine, you bought some time, your chin’s not China.
Whoop ‘n shout, twill be a rout, he’s finally goin’,
He picks up steam, his whistle screams, he’s really rollin’,
Poor Pete and Liz, and Amy Miz, couldn’t hold the middle,
Son of a gun, Joe’s having fun, playing first fiddle.
So hold the dirge, suppress the urge, to bury Biden,
He’s on his horse, he’ll stay the course, he’s high ‘n ridin’,
Down Broadway, to save the day, to hold the center,
He’s roaring loud, he’s seized the crowd, this lion in winter.