This is my kind of town, this is my kind of place
I wouldn’t mind hanging ‘round for more than just a couple days
I got a 12th floor room with a killer view of the empty Astrodome
A tab at the bar downstairs, but all I can think about is home
Chorus
I got my new boots covered in red dirt, a “Don’t Mess with Texas” t-shirt
And a Lone Star post card, post marked missing 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 the midnight rodeo
The way them saloon doors swing when they line danced 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
Repeat chorus
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
