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