Houston We Got a Problem

This is my kinda town This is my kinda place I wouldn't mind hanging around For more than just a couple days I got a 12th floor room With a killer view Of the empty Astrodome Got a tab at the bar downstairs But all I can think about is home

I got my new boots covered in red dirt A 'Don't Mess With Texas' t-shirt And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with 'Missing 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' Something about the air 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 my new boots covered in red dirt A 'Don't Mess With Texas' t-shirt And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with 'Missing 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

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 Houston, we got a problem Houston, we got a problem