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