Luke Combs - Houston, We Got a Problem: chords

             F#m     D             A         E
This is my kinda town, this is my kinda place
                 F#m
I wouldn't mind hangin'
      D                      A         E
'round for more than just a couple days
         F#m                    D
I got a 12th floor room with a killer view
       A           E
Of the empty Astrodome
                 F#m           D
Got a tab at the bar downstairs,
                E
But all I can think about is home

Chorus:
       A
I got new boots covered in red dirt,
    D
A "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt
       A
And a Lonestar postcard postmarked
               D
with "missin' you"
              A
It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen,
     D
The coldest beer you'd ever drink
    A                                  D
But I still feel like I landed on the moon,
D                    F#m D E
'cause it ain't got you
E                    F#m
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"
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

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
Houston, we got a problem
Houston, we got a problem