Houston, We Got a Problem

This is my kinda town, this is my kinda place
 I wouldn't mind hangin' around for more than just a couple days
 I got a 12th floor room with a killer view on 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-ooh-ooh-ooh
 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-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Houston, we got a problem
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 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-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Houston, we got a problem
 Houston, we got a problem
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 Houston, we got a problem