[00:56.260]Well it's hotter 'n blazes
[00:58.900]
[00:59.500]And all the long faces
[01:01.800]
[01:05.130]There'll be no oasis
[01:09.300]For a dry local grazier
[01:11.300]
[01:14.320]There'll be no refreshment
[01:17.510]For a thirsty jackaroo
[01:22.939]From Melbourne to Adelaide
[01:25.220]
[01:26.840]On the overlander
[01:30.340]
[01:32.340]With newfangled buffet cars
[01:34.30]
[01:35.670]And faster locomotives
[01:40.900]
[01:41.230]The train stopped
[01:43.540]In serviceton
[01:45.110]Less and less often
[01:47.700]
[01:50.400]There's nothing sadder
[01:51.840]
[01:53.840]Than a town with no cheer
[01:59.100]
[02:02.260]Voc rail decided the canteen
[02:05.830]Was no longer necessary there
[02:09.899]
[02:09.949]No spirits
[02:11.390]No bilgewater
[02:13.279]And 80 dry locals
[02:16.489]
[02:19.170]And the high noon sun
[02:23.299]Beats a hundred and four
[02:24.349]
[02:27.920]There's a hummingbird
[02:28.989]Trapped in a closed
[02:33.239]Down shoe store
[02:36.349]
[02:44.239]This tiny victorian rhubarb
[02:46.670]
[02:48.100]Kept the watering hole open
[02:50.539]For sixty five years
[02:50.589]
[02:52.170]
[03:00.799]Now it's boilin'
[03:03.299]In a miserable march 21 st
[03:07.299]
[03:08.859]Wrapped the hills in a blanket
[03:12.999]Of patterson's curse
[03:19.299]The train smokes
[03:19.820]Down the xylophone
[03:21.829]There'll be no stopping here
[03:23.890]
[03:28.190]All ya can be is thirsty
[03:30.379]
[03:31.59]n a town with no cheer
[03:32.629]
[03:36.320]No bourbon, no branchwater
[03:38.120]
[03:39.809]Though the townspeople here
[03:41.219]
[03:43.499]Fought her vic rail
[03:45.29]Decree tooth and nail
[03:47.109]
[03:53.100]Now it's boilin'
[03:54.49]In a miserable march 21 st
[03:57.599]
[03:59.920]Wrapped the hills
[04:01.170]In a blanket of patterson's curse
[04:02.839]
[04:09.39]The train smokes
[04:10.289]Down the xylophone
[04:12.349]There'll be no stopping here
[04:14.700]
[04:17.988]All ya can be is thirsty
[04:20.48]
[04:21.178]In a town with no cheer

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
Voc 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 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
n 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 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