Houston, We Got a Problem Lyrics
This is my kinda town, this is my kinda place
I wouldn`t mind hangin` `round for more than just a couple days
I got a 12th floor room with a killer view of the empty AstrodomeGot a tab at the bar downstairs, but all I can think about is home
I got new boots covered in red dirt, a "Don`t Mess With Texas" t-shirt
And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with "missin` you"
It`s got the biggest sky you`ve ever
seen, the coldest beer you`d ever drink
But I still feel like I landed on the moon, `cause it ain`t got you
Houston, we got a problem
You should`ve seen 19th Street, you should`ve seen a midnight rodeo
The way them saloon doors swing,
when they line dance to "Copperhead Road"
Some like the lager down here,
that`ll make you feel the way all them cowboys do
I wish I was an outlaw, but all I can think about is you
I got new boots covered in red dirt, a "Don`t Mess With Texas" t-shirt
And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with "missin` you"
It`s got the biggest sky you`ve ever
seen, the coldest beer you`d ever drink
But I still feel like I landed on the moon, `cause it ain`t got you
Houston, we got a problem
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It`s got the biggest sky you`ve ever
seen, the coldest beer you`d ever drink
But I still feel like I landed on the moon, `cause it ain`t got you
Houston, we got a problem
We got a problem
We got a problem
