Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck

Ya' better be ready 'cause I'm pickin' you up

With a full moon a shinin' and a little bit a' 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 you, sittin' 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

It can't compare as far as I can see

Next to you sittin' next to me

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

Next to you, next to me



Radio playin' our favorite song

I'll change the station if the news comes on

When the signal ain't comin' in too strong

We'll make our own music honey all night long



If the Good Lord's willin' when we're old and gray

The kids are grown up and moved away

We'll be rockin' there side by side

With barbeque chicken and the tv guide



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

Next to, 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