(Robert Ellis Orrall, Curtis Wright)

Ridin' down the road in my pick-up [bad word] 
Ya better be ready cause I'm pickin' you up 
With a full moon a shinin' and a little bit a' luck  [bad word] outta 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, sittin' 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, their diamonds and gold 
It [bad word] as fas as I can see 
Next to you, sittin' next to me

Ain't no place that I'd rather be 
Next to you, sittin' next to me 
Ah yeah, pick that thing boy

Radio playin' our favorite song 
I'll change the station if the [bad word] on 
The signal [bad word]  in too strong 
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 barbecue chicken and the TV guide

Well, there ain't no place that I'd rather be 
Next to you, sittin' next to me

Ain't no place that I'd rather be 
Next to you, sittin' next to me

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 
As long as you're next to me baby

Next to you, oh sittin' next to me 
I'd sooner have you just the way you are 
There ain't no place that I'd rather be 
Next to you, sittin' next to me

And if the good lord's willin' when we're old and gray 
The kids are grown and moved away 
We'll be rockin' there side by side 
With the barbecue child and the TV guide

Oh yeah there ain't no place that I'd rather be 
Next to you, sittin' next to me