Bright country two-beat
Intro {G}{C}{G}{D}{G}{C}{G}{D}
G Ridin' down the road in my pick-up C truck
ya'{G} better get ready 'cause I'm pickin' you D up
with a G full moon a shinin' and a little bit a' C luck
we'll G run out outta gas and maybe D get G stuck
C we could get lost baby G I don't care
D I ain't worried as G long as you're there
there ain't no place that I'd rather C be
G next to sittin' D next to G me
there ain't no place that I'd rather C be
G next to you, D next to me G
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 'n diamonds and gold
well, it can't compare as far as I can see
next to 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 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
well be rockin there side by side with the barbecue chicken and the tv guide
well there aint no place that id rather be next to you sittin next to me
no there aint no place that id rather be next to you next to me, there aint no place that id rather
be next to you sittin next to me.....next to you next to me, next to you next to me,