Karaoké Houston, We Got a Problem Luke Combs

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 twelth floor room with a killer view of the empty astrodome

A tab at the bar downstairs but all I can think about is home

I got my 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

'Cos it ain't got you

Houston, we got a problem

You should've seen nineteenth 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 my 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

'Cos 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

'Cos it ain't got you

Houston, we got a problem

Houston, we got a problem

Houston, we got a problem