(Making The Run To) Gladewater Letra

Well, Upshur County's drier than an empty bottle Since the Mormon's come to town, yeah And to run out of beer, thats a run to Gladewater Highway 79 thirty miles on down now You know, fair is fair but life's a gamble When it's eleven forty-five, yeah And it's a toss of the coin to see who's got fifteen minutes To make a thirty minute drive Something like this: It was Saturday night You was sitting 'round the square Ohh, small town Texas sons and daughters But you lost the toss, yeah That means you're taking up the money Ohh, that means you're making the run Making the run Making the run to Gladewater Here's what you do: You hustle all your buddies off the back of your truck You grab your girl, you say 'C'mon lets...' You tuck your jeans in your boots (that's what you do) You slap your gimme-cap on You turn the country music radio station louder than you oughta But it's okay, you're on your way Ohh, you lost the toss, you're taking the money You're making the run to Gladewater Run, boy! Now it's 79 to the county line It's the Minit Mart with not one to spare And your friends in Gilmer, are they your friends indeed, why? Well, you got their money and their six-pack of beer, that's why Yeah, it was Saturday night You was sitting 'round the square Ohh, small town Texas sons and daughters But you lost the toss, yeah That means you're taking up the money, yeah That means you're making the run Making the run Making the run to Gladewater Oh, you are making the run You are making the run Oh, you are making the run Making the run, making the run to Gladewater