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 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 my new boots covered in red dirt, A don't mess with texas t-shirt
and a Lone star postcard postmarked from 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
verse 2
You shoulda seen 19th street, should have seen the 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
Oh 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 Lone star postcard postmarked from 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
We got a problem
Outro
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
We got a problem