Lyrics Rascal Flatts – Next To You, Next To Me

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

Ridin’ down the road in my pick-up truck
Ya’ better be ready ’cause I’m pickin’ you up
With a full moon shinin’ and a little bit a’ luck
We’ll run 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

Barbeque 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 with diamonds and gold
Can’t compare as far 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

Radio playin’ our favorite song
Well, I’ll change the station if the news comes on
The signal ain’t comin’ 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 a barbeque 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
Aw, 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 up and moved away
We’ll be rockin’ there side by side
With a barbeque chicken and the TV guide
Oh, yeah
There ain’t no place that I’d rather be
Next to you sittin’ next to me