Thick Tule Fog Words and Music by Paul Gaines © 2010 V In a thick Tule fog on a cold winter night In a sleepy California town Wrapped up in each others arms Something bad was about to go down V In his thick cotton coat and a stocking cap A forty-five in his hand As he stood outside the window She broke her vows with another man C The weather was prime to set things right No one would see a thing tonight They might hear the shots from a distant gun But they will never see him run V A wall of wet fog was drizzling down As he stepped up to the door He shook as he grabbed the handle Cana019t let her do this anymore V Another rendezvous in a cheap motel Feeling no shame tonight Throwing fire lead and smoke The 45 spoke and ended her worthless life C The weather was prime to set things right No one would see a thing tonight They might hear the shots from a distant gun But they will never see him run Instrumental B Now a son should love his mother She just werena019t the lovina019 kind For years she mistreated his father But tonight he changed her mind C The weather was prime to set things right No one would see a thing tonight They might hear the shots from a distant gun But they will never see him run But they will never see him run But they will never see him run
