Town With No Cheer

Well it's hotter 'n blazes And all the long faces There'll be no oasis For a dry local grazier There'll be no refreshment For a thirsty jackaroo From Melbourne to Adelaide On the overlander With newfangled buffet cars And faster locomotives The train stopped In serviceton Less and less often There's nothing sadder Than a town with no cheer Voc rail decided the canteen Was no longer necessary there No spirits No bilgewater And 80 dry locals And the high noon sun Beats a hundred and four There's a hummingbird Trapped in a closed Down shoe store This tiny victorian rhubarb Kept the watering hole open For sixty five years Now it's boilin' In a miserable march 21 st Wrapped the hills in a blanket Of patterson's curse The train smokes Down the xylophone There'll be no stopping here All ya can be is thirsty n a town with no cheer No bourbon, no branchwater Though the townspeople here Fought her vic rail Decree tooth and nail Now it's boilin' In a miserable march 21 st Wrapped the hills In a blanket of patterson's curse The train smokes Down the xylophone There'll be no stopping here All ya can be is thirsty In a town with no cheer