It is a picture of the cafe in Tatum, NM. I've only eaten there a few times. Famous for their steakfingers.
Seeing the picture made me think of Joel, and thinking of Joel made me think of using Shenandoah's biggest hit as the Song of the Week.
Whenever Joel and I traveled together Shenandoah always ended up in the CD player, with "Next to You, Next to Me" and "Two Dozen Roses" always getting several repeat plays. I think Joel liked "Two Dozen Roses" best, but it's a heartache breakup song and I prefer this one.
If you ever leave Texas heading west on Hwy 380, don't settle for the Alsup's chimichanga. Visit the cafe and sit a spell, eat some steakfingers and buy some metal art.
Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck
You'd better get 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 'n 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 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 T.V. guide
Well, there ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you, sittin' next to me
1 comment:
Great song, great video!
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