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     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 boilin' 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          No Bourbon no Branchwater though the townspeople here     Fought the vic rail decree tooth and nail                Now it's boilin' 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