Versuri 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