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 twelfth floor room with a killer view of the empty Astrodome
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
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
Houston, we got a problem
Luke Combs - Houston We Got a Problem Lyrics
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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 twelfth floor room with a killer view of the empty Astrodome
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
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
Houston, we got a problem
I wouldn't mind hangin' 'round
For more than just a couple days
I got a twelfth floor room with a killer view of the empty Astrodome
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
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
Houston, we got a problem
Writer: Jonathan Singleton, Luke Albert Combs, Randy Montana
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Luke Combs
From Album: This One's For You Too
Written by: Jonathan Singleton, Luke Albert Combs, Randy Montana