Next to you, next to me
Next to you, next to me
Next to you, next to me
Baby, next to you, next to me
Riding down the road in my pickup truck
You better be ready cause I'm picking you up
With the full moon shining and a little bit of luck
We'll run out of gas and maybe get stuck
We can get lost, baby, I don't care
I ain't worried as long as you're there
Ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you sitting next to me
Barbecue chicken and aluminum foil
Just enough money for my gas and oil
Who needs your shrimp and your caviar?
I'll turn to have you just the way you are
Rich people got the money to hold
Mansion on the hill with diamonds and gold
Can't compare as far as I can see
Next to you sitting next to me
Ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you sitting next to me
Oh, yeah, pick that thing up
Oh, yeah, pick that thing up

Oh, yeah, pick that thing up
Hey!
Radio playing our favorite right song
Well, I'll change the station if the news comes on
The signal ain't coming in too strong
We'll make our own music, honey, all night long
If the good Lord's willing and we're hoarding gray
The kids are grown up and moved away
We'll be rocking this side of the road
Side by side with the barbecue chicken and the TV guy
Well, there ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you sitting next to me
Ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you sitting next to me
Ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you sitting next to me
Next to you sitting next to me
Next to you next to me
Next to you next to me
As long as you're next to me, baby
Next to you
Oh, I'm sitting next to me
I'd sooner have you just the way you are
Next to me
Or the next place that I'd rather be
Next to you sitting next to me
And if the billboards are wailing and we're old and gray
And the kids are strung up and moved away
We'll be rocking this side by side
With the forest, you chicken, and the TV guy
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, there ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you sitting next to me