Gladewater Lyrics

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 down

Now 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 drive

It was Saturday night

You was sitting 'round the square

Small town Texas sons and daughters

But you lost the toss

That means you're taking up the money

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 let'sMichelle Shocked - Gladewater - http://motolyrics.com/michelle-shocked/gladewater-lyrics.html

Tuck 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 to

But it's okay, you're on your way

You lost the toss

You're taking up the money

You're making the run to Gladewater

Run, boys

It'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 beer

Making the run

Making the run, making the run

Making the run to Gladewater