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