Houston (We Have a Problem) Songtext
von The Bellamy Brothers

Houston, we have a problem
And another good love′s going down
Houston, we have a problem
And I sure could use a hand
From a big Texas town

I crushed an Armadillo
On the road leaving Dallas, last night
She called me on the cell phone
Just to say, that things weren't right

I told her that I loved her
But in her voice, I heard a shadow of doubt
Now, our love is lost in space
And I′m beggin' you, big city, help me out

Houston, we have a problem
And another good love's going down
Houston, we have a problem
And I sure could use a hand
From a big Texas town


Let the stars shine, bright as diamonds
And the moonlight hang as low as the trees
Let the salty, Gulf of Mexico, blow in
On a perfect southern breeze

I′ll wash up the pickup
And I′ll put on an old George Strait CD
And pray this oil-town romance
And our country song
Can bring her back to me

Houston, we have a problem
Another good love's going down
Houston, we have a problem
And I sure could use a hand
From a big Texas town

Houston, we have a problem
Another good love′s going down
Houston, we have a problem
And I sure could use a hand
From a big Texas town

Yeah, I sure could use a hand
From a big Texas town