Song Town With No Cheer – Tom Waits

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

got your thang in a slang from the work of a skirt dick in the dirt
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