Gladewater

Upshur County's drier than an empty bottle
Since the Mormon's come to town
And to run out of beer means a run to Gladewater
Highway 79 thirty miles on downNow fair is fair but life's a gamble
When it's eleven forty five
And it's a toss of the coin to see who's got fifteen minutes
To make a thirty minute driveIt was Saturday night
You was sitting 'round the square
Small town Texas sons and daughters
But you lost the tossThat means you're taking up the money
That means you're making the run
Making the run
Making the run to GladewaterHere's what you do
You hustle all your buddies off
The back of your truck
You grab your girl, you say, c'mon let'sTuck your jeans in your boots
That's what you do
Slap your gimme cap on
Turn the country music radio station
Louder than you ought toBut it's okay, you're on your way
You lost the toss
You're taking up the money
You're making the run to GladewaterRun, boysIt's 79 to the county line
And the Mini Mart with not one to spare
And your friends back in Gilmer
They're your friends indeed
Why? Well, you got their money
And their six pack of beerMaking the run
Making the run, making the run
Making the run to Gladewater