Town With No Cheer

Well it's hotter 'n blazesAnd all the long facesThere'll be no oasisFor a dry local grazierThere'll be no refreshmentFor a thirsty jackarooFrom Melbourne to AdelaideOn the overlanderWith newfangled buffet carsAnd faster locomotivesThe train stoppedIn servicetonLess and less oftenThere's nothing sadderThan a town with no cheerVoc rail decided the canteenWas no longer necessary thereNo spiritsNo bilgewaterAnd 80 dry localsAnd the high noon sunBeats a hundred and fourThere's a hummingbirdTrapped in a closedDown shoe storeThis tiny victorian rhubarbKept the watering hole openFor sixty five yearsNow it's boilinIn a miserable march 21 stWrapped the hills in a blanketOf patterson's curseThe train smokesDown the xylophoneThere'll be no stopping hereAll ya can be is thirstyn a town with no cheerNo bourbon, no branchwaterThough the townspeople hereFought her vic railDecree tooth and nailNow it's boilinIn a miserable march 21 stWrapped the hillsIn a blanket of patterson's curseThe train smokesDown the xylophoneThere'll be no stopping hereAll ya can be is thirstyIn a town with no cheer