Houston, We've Got a Problem
Luke Combs
- Cadd9*2
- D/F#*2
- Em7*2
- G*2
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[Intro] Em7 Cadd9 G D/F#Em7 Cadd9 G D/F#Em7 Cadd9 G D/F# This is my kinda town, this is my kinda placeEm7 Cadd9 G D/F# I wouldn't mind hangin' round for more than just a couple daysEm7 Cadd9 G D/F# I got a twelfth floor room with a killer view of the empty astrodomeEm7 Cadd9 D/F# A tab at the bar downstairs, but all I can think about is homeG Cadd9 I got my new boots covered in red dirt, A don't mess with texas t-shirtG Cadd9 And a Lone star postcard postmarked from missing youG Cadd9 It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drinkG Cadd9 But I still feel like I landed on the moonEm7 'Cause it ain't got youContinúa después del anuncioD/F# Houston we got a problem( Em7 Cadd9 G D/F# )Em7 Cadd9 G D/F# You shoulda seen 19th street, should have seen the midnight rodeoEm7 Cadd9 G D/F# The way them saloon doors swing when they line dance to copperhead roadEm7 Cadd9 G D/F# Something bout the air down here that'll make you feel the way all them cowboys doEm7 Cadd9 D/F# Oh I wish I was an outlaw, but all i can think about is youG Cadd9 I got my new boots covered in red dirt, A don't mess with texas t-shirtG Cadd9 And a Lone star postcard postmarked from missing youG Cadd9 It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drinkG Cadd9 But I still feel like I landed on the moonEm7 'Cause it ain't got youD/F# Em7 Cadd9 G D/F# Houston we got a problemG Cadd9 It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drinkG Cadd9 But I still feel like I landed on the moonEm7 'Cause it ain't got youD/F# Em7 Cadd9 G Houston we got a problemD/F# Em7 Cadd9 G Houston we got a problemEm7 We got a problem