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
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