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      Houston, We Got a Problem

      Luke Combs

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      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
      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
      We got a problem
      Houston, we got a problem

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