Houston We Got A Problem Luke Combs

Houston We Got A Problem

Luke Combs

Joshua Salazar

445
0:00 3:08
Accordatura Standard (E A D G B E)
Tempo 4/4
Tonalità: F#m
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Testo

[Verse 1]
           F#m
This is my kinda town,
D           A
 this is my kinda place
E                F#m
 I wouldn't mind hangin' 'round
D                     A
 For more than just a couple days

[Pre-Chorus]
E            F#m                    D                   A
 I got a 12th   floor room with a killer view of the empty
         E
Astrodome
                F#m
A tab at the bar   downstairs,
D                   E
 but all I can think about is home

[Chorus]
            A
I got my new boots covered in red dirt
        D
A "Don't Mess With Texas" tshirt
          A                                        D
And a Lonestar postcard postmarked 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
                       F#m D E
'Cause it ain't got you
                      F#m
Houston, we got a problem

[Verse 2]
D A E                       F#m
     You should've seen nineteenth Street,
D                        A
 you should've seen a midnight rodeo
E                   F#m
 The way them saloon   doors swing,
D              A                     E
 when they line dance to "Copperhead Road"

[Pre-Chorus]
                F#m
Some like the lager down here,
             D                A                  E
that'll make you feel the way all them cowboys do
                F#m
I wish I was an outlaw,
D                   E
 But all I can think about is you

[Chorus]
            A
I got my new boots covered in red dirt
        D
A "Don't Mess With Texas" tshirt
          A                                        D
And a Lonestar postcard postmarked 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
                       F#m D E
'Cause it ain't got you
                      D
Houston, we got a problem

[Solo]
    | A | D | E |
| D | A | D |

[Chorus]
E               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
                       F#m D E
'Cause it ain't got you
                      F#m
Houston, we got a problem

[Outro]
D A    E                 F#m D A
   Houston, we got a problem
E F#m D A
E F#m D
A    E                 F#m
 Houston, we got a problem

Battute

[Verse 1]
| F#m | D | A | E |
| F#m | D | A |

This is my kinda town,
this is my kinda place
I wouldn't mind hangin' 'round
For more than just a couple days

[Pre-Chorus]
              | E |
| F#m | D | A | E |
| F#m | D | E | - |

I got a 12th   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]
| A   | - | D | - |
| A   | - | D | - |
| A   | - | D | - |
| A   | - | D | - |
| F#m | D | E | - |
| F#m |

I got my new boots covered in red dirt
A "Don't Mess With Texas" tshirt
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

[Verse 2]
      | D | A | E |
| F#m | D | A | E |
| F#m | D | A | E |

You should've seen nineteenth Street,
you should've seen a midnight rodeo
The way them saloon   doors swing,
when they line dance to "Copperhead Road"

[Pre-Chorus]
| F#m | D | A | E |
| F#m | D | E | - |

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

[Chorus]
| A   | - | D | - |
| A   | - | D | - |
| A   | - | D | - |
| A   | - | D | - |
| F#m | D | E | - |
| D   |

I got my new boots covered in red dirt
A "Don't Mess With Texas" tshirt
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

[Solo]
    | A | D | E |
| D | A | D |

[Chorus]
              | E |
| A   | - | D | - |
| A   | - | D | - |
| F#m | D | E | - |
| F#m |

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

[Outro]
      | D | A | E |
| F#m | D | A | E |
| F#m | D | A | E |
| F#m | D | A | E |
| F#m |

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

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