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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
