Waits, Tom - Town With No Cheer Lyrics




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 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 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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Waits, Tom Town With No Cheer Comments
  1. adolf hillman

    There's a house for sale at serviceton now , 32 thousand dollars !

  2. christian König

    Greatness

  3. pablo gonzalez

    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

    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 watering hole open for sixty-five years
    Now it's boilin' in a miserable March twenty-first
    Wrapped the hills in the blanket of Patterson's curse
    The train smokes down the xylophone, there'll be no stopping 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 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

  4. Ticklepin

    Peter Cook alleged that Beethoven was deaf in one leg. I believe Waits is similarly afflicted . . .

  5. judaspride

    Excellence!