Tom Waits - Town With No Cheer lyrics

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 Vicrail 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 the 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