I'll lower down my bitter shield
Take off my winter clothes
Davy Crocket called and invited me
To a place called Alamo

But tonight I don't want any trouble
Tonight I don't want any trouble

I just want to swim with you tonight
Smell the river in your hair
I'm too tired to go on, too sad to fight
Too old to hunt the bear

And tonight I don't want any trouble
Tonight I don't want any trouble

Tonight I don't want any trouble
Trouble called and I just ignored
Lately I've seen dark adventures
But now my greatest fear is getting bored

Davy called again, I think I'll take him up
On his offer for a damn good war
I'll meet him up tomorrow and we'll smoke cigars
Behind the Alamo doors

But tonight I don't want any trouble
Tonight I don't want any trouble

Tonight I don't want any trouble
I'm sick and tired of toothless smiles
I just want to kiss you tonight, Love
And cut this Jim Bowie act for a while

I know I'm the king of graceful failure
I rarely let my other sides show
But tonight it's you and me, my beautiful friend
And tomorrow I'll think of you
In the Alamo

Oh
But they'll remember
My Alamo