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Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck | You better be ready 'cause I'm pickin' you up | With a full moon a-shinin' and a little bit a-luck
Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck You 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 you, 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 me
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