Houston, We Got a Problem - Luke Combs
Lyricist：Luke Combs/Randy Montana/Jonathan Singleton
Composer：Luke Combs/Randy Montana/Jonathan Singleton
Producer：Scott Moffatt
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 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
Houston we got a problem
Houston we got a problem
