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