Next To You, Next To Me

Riding down the road in my pick-up truck

You better get ready 'cause I'm picking you up

With a full moon a shining and a little bit of luck

We'll run out outta gas and maybe get stuck

We could get lost, baby, I don't care

I ain't worried as long as you're there

There ain't no place that I'd rather be

Next to sitting next to me

There ain't no place that I'd rather be

Next to you, next to me

Barbecue chicken in aluminum foil

Just enough money for my gas and oil

Who needs your shrimp and your caviar?

I'd sooner have you just the way you are

Rich people got their money to hold

Mansion on the hill and diamonds and gold

Well, it can't compare as far as I can see

Next to sitting next to me

There ain't no place that I'd rather be

Next to you, next to me

Radio playing our favorite song

I'll change the station if the news comes on

When the signal ain't coming in too strong

We'll make our music honey, all night long

If the good Lord's willing when we're old and gray

The kids are grown up and moved away

We'll be rocking there side by side

The barbeque chicken and the TV guide

Well there ain't no place that I'd rather be

Next to you sittin' next to me

No there ain't no place that I'd rather be

Next to you, next to me

There ain't no place that I'd rather be

Next to you sittin' next to me

Next to you, next to me

Next to you, next to me

Next to you, next to me

Next to you, next to me