Next To You, Next To Me

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 o' luck

We'll run 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 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

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