Well it's hotter 'n blazes And all long faces There'll be no oasis For a dry local grazier There'll be no refreshment For a thirsty jackaroo From Melbourne to On the overlander With newfangled buffet cars And faster locomotives The train stopped In serviceton Less and less often nothing sadder Than a town with 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 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 miserable march 21 st Wrapped the hills in a blanket patterson's curse The train smokes Down the xylophone There'll be no stopping here All ya can be is thirsty n a town no cheer No bourbon, no branchwater Though the townspeople here Fought 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 ya can be is thirsty In a town with no cheer