Tom Waits - Town With No Cheer Lyrics
Well its hotter n blazes and all the long facesTherell be no oasis for a dry local grazierTherell be no refreshment for a thirsty jackarooFrom melbourne to adelaide on the overlanderWith newfangled buffet cars and faster locomotivesThe train stopped in serviceton less and less oftenTheres nothing sadder than a town with no cheerVicrail decided the canteen was no longer necessaryThere no spirits, no bilgewater and 80 dry localsAnd the high noon sun beats a hundred and fourTheres a hummingbird trapped in a closed down shoe storeThis tiny victorian rhubarbKept the watering hole open for sixty five yearsNow its boilin in a miserable march 21 stWrapped the hills in a blanket of pattersons curseThe train smokes down the xylophoneTherell be no stopping hereAll ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheerNo bourbon, no branchwaterThough the townspeople hereFought the vic rail decree tooth and nailNow its boilin in a miserable march 21 stWrapped the hills in a blanket of pattersons curseThe train smokes down the xylophoneTherell be no stopping hereAll ya can be is thirsty in a town with no cheer
