(Making the Run To) Gladewater

Lyrics：Michelle Shocked Music：Michelle Shocked

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