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[Intro 2x]This is my kinda town, this is my kinda placeI wouldn't mind hangin' round for more than just a couple daysI got a twelfth floor room with a killer view of the empty astrodomeA tab at the bar downstairs, but all I can think about is home[Refrão]I got my new boots covered in red dirt, A don't mess with texas t-shirtAnd a Lone star postcard postmarked from missing youIt's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drinkBut I still feel like I landed on the moon'Cause it ain't got youHouston we got a problem[Próxima Parte]You shoulda seen 19th street, should have seen the midnight rodeoThe way them saloon doors swing when they line dance to copperhead roadSomething bout the air down here that'll make you feel the way all them cowboys doOh I wish I was an outlaw, but all i can think about is you[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]Houston we got a problemWe got a problem
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