Houston, We Got a Problem lyrics

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 Something about 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 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 We got a problem We got a problem