Catégorie : Country
Luke Combs - Houston, We Got a Problem Sonnerie
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
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
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
