Houston, We Got a Problem
Luke Combs"Houston, We Got a Problem" is a song by Luke Combs, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:06 long and contains 24 lines and 261 words.
0:00This is my kinda town this is my kinda place
0:07I wouldn't mind hangin' 'round for more than just a couple days
0:13I got a 12th floor room with a killer view of the empty Astrodome
0:20Got a tab at the bar downstairs but all I can think about is home
0:27I got new boots covered in red dirt a Don't Mess With Texas T-shirt
0:34And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with missin' you
0:40It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen the coldest beer you'd ever drink
0:47But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'cause it ain't got you
0:59Houston we got a problem
1:07You should've seen 19th Street you should've seen a midnight rodeo
1:13The way them saloon doors swing when they line dance to Copperhead Road
1:20Some like the lager down here
1:22That'll make you feel the way all them cowboys do
1:26I wish I was an outlaw but all I can think about is you
1:33I got new boots covered in red dirt a Don't Mess With Texas T-shirt
1:40And a Lonestar postcard postmarked with missin' you
1:47It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen the coldest beer you'd ever drink
1:54But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'cause it ain't got you
2:06Houston we got a problem
2:20It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen the coldest beer you'd ever drink
2:27But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'cause it ain't got you
2:39Houston we got a problem
2:46Houston we got a problem
3:06Houston we got a problem
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
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