Houston, We Got a Problem

[Verse 1]

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 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 "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"

Something 'bout 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 "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