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's      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