Ridin down the road in my pick-up truck
You better be ready cause Im pickin you up
With a full moon a-shinin and a little bit a-luck
Well run out outta gas and maybe get stuck
We could get lost baby, I dont care
I aint worried as long as youre there
There aint no place that Id rather be
Next to you, sittin next to me
There aint no place that Id 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
Id sooner have you just the way you are
Rich people got their money to hold
Mansion on the hill, and diamonds, and gold
It cant compare as far as I can see
Next to you sittin next to me
There aint no place that Id rather be
Next to you, next to me
Radio playin our favorite song
Ill change the station if the news comes on
When the signal aint comin in too strong
Well make our own music, honey, all night long
If the Good Lords willin when were old and gray
The kids are grown up and moved away
Well be rockin there side by side
With barbeque chicken and the TV guide
Well, there aint no place that Id rather be
Next to you, sittin next to me
No, there aint no place that Id rather be
Next to you, next to me
There aint no place that Id 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