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