This is my kinda town, this is my kinda place
I wouldnt mind hangin around for more than just a couple days
I got a 12th floor room with a killer view on the empty Astrodome
Got a tab at the bar downstairs, but all I can think about is home
I got new boots covered in red dirt, a Dont mess with Texas t-shirt
And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with missin you
Its got the biggest sky youve ever seen, the coldest beer youd ever drink
But I still feel like I landed on the moon
Cause it aint got you-ooh-ooh-ooh
Houston, we got a problem
You shouldve seen 19th Street
You shouldve seen a midnight rodeo
The way them saloon doors swing
When they line dance to Copperhead Road
Some like the lager down here
Thatll 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 Dont mess with Texas t-shirt
And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with missin you
Its got the biggest sky youve ever seen, the coldest beer youd ever drink
But I still feel like I landed on the moon
Cause it aint got you-ooh-ooh-ooh
Houston, we got a problem
Its got the biggest sky youve ever seen, the coldest beer youd ever drink
But I still feel like I landed on the moon
Cause it aint got you-ooh-ooh-ooh
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem