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 in 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