Lyrics:

Findlay was on his last legsBut he made the rulesSaid suffer fools gladlyBut never end up as the sufferin' foolHe shook me downThough it was my first week on the jobSaid travellers will trick youBut you will find out all them things for yourselfYes you willFindlay he threw me the keysAs he walked outsideAnd he turned on the big neon signBut only half of it burnedAnd I was there fightin' off dreamsWhen she pulled in the driveThe sound of her wheels woke me upAnd there she was, standin' insideBy the stretchOf a pine barren roadWhere the nightNever did what was told(I never did what was told)Rooms for the nightRoom for your restRooms for the nightAt Findlay's MotelShe looked like she had come downFrom the rattlesnake hillsAnd she pushed the gun to my jawAnd told me to clean out the tillAs I handed her over the cashFindlay limped inThe old man he reached for her gunBut she was stronger than himYes she wasBy the stretchOf a pine barren roadWhere the nightNever did what was told(I never did what was told)Rooms for the nightRoom for your restRooms for the nightAt Findlay's MotelNow bullets don't care what they hitAnd Findlay went downAnd she dropped the gun to the floorAnd said, you best call somone nowBut my eyes they were fixed on the doorAnd I walked straight outsideSaid suffer fools gladlyAs long as this sufferin' keeps you aliveFor a spell