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