Scarlett Johansson - Town With No Cheer lyrics

Well, it's hotter than 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 eighty 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 waterin' hole open for sixty-five years Now it's boilin' in a miserable March twenty-first Wrapped the hills in a blanket of Paterson's curse The train smokes down the xylophone, there'll be no stoppin' 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 boilin' in a miserable March twenty-first Wrapped the hills in a blanket of Paterson's curse The train smokes down the xylophone, there'll be no stoppin' here All you can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer