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• Artiste: Walkabouts (The)
• Titre: Findlay's Motel
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Findlay was on his last legs But he made the rules Said suffer fools gladly But never end up as the sufferin' fool He shook me down Though it was my first week on the job Said travellers will trick you But you will find out all them things for yourself Yes you will Findlay he threw me the keys As he walked outside And he turned on the big neon sign But only half of it burned And I was there fightin' off dreams When she pulled in the drive The sound of her wheels woke me up And there she was, standin' inside By the stretch Of a pine barren road Where the night Never did what was told (I never did what was told) Rooms for the night Room for your rest Rooms for the night At Findlay's Motel She looked like she had come down From the rattlesnake hills And she pushed the gun to my jaw And told me to clean out the till As I handed her over the cash Findlay limped in The old man he reached for her gun But she was stronger than him Yes she was By the stretch Of a pine barren road Where the night Never did what was told (I never did what was told) Rooms for the night Room for your rest Rooms for the night At Findlay's Motel Now bullets don't care what they hit And Findlay went down And she dropped the gun to the floor And said, you best call somone now But my eyes they were fixed on the door And I walked straight outside Said suffer fools gladly As long as this sufferin' keeps you alive For a spell