Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Combs
Vocals
Scott Moffatt
Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Gary Morse
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jon Conley
Electric Guitar
Ben Jordan
Bass
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Doug Frasure
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Combs
Songwriter
Randy Montana
Songwriter
Jonathan Singleton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Moffatt
Producer
Alex Gilson
Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Dan Davis
Assistant Engineer
Seth Morton
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This is my kind of town
This is my kind of place
I wouldn't mind hanging 'round
For more than just a couple days
I got a twelfth floor room with a killer view
Of the empty Astrodome
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, I'm missing 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 shoulda seen 19th Street
You shoulda seen the 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, I'm missing 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
[Chorus]
It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen (Sky)
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
[Outro]
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem
Written by: Jonathan Singleton, Luke Combs, Randy Montana