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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 |