Town With No Cheer

Well it's hotter and 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
No, there's nothing sadder than a town with no cheer
Vic 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 boiling in a miserable March 21st
Wrapped the hills in a blanket of Patterson's curse
The train smokes down the xylophone
There'll be no stopping here
All you 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 boiling in a miserable March 21st
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.