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Lyrics for 'Town With No Cheer' by 'Tom Waits'
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
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