PAROLES

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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
‘Cause it ain’t got you
Houston, we got a problem

[Verse 2]
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 ’bout 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

[Chorus]
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
‘Cause it ain’t got you
Houston, we got a problem

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus/Outro]
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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