Bubba Shot The Jukebox

We were all down at Margie's bar

Tellin' stories if we had one

Someone fired the old jukebox up

The song it sure was a sad one

A teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose

From the pain the song was inflictin'

And all at once he jumped to his feet

Just like somebody kicked him

Bubba shot the jukebox last night

Said it played a sad song, it made him cry

Went to his truck and got a 45

Bubba shot the jukebox last night

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Bubba ain't never been accused

Of bein' mentally stable

So we did not draw an easy breath

'Til he laid that Colt on the table

He hung his head 'til the cops showed up

He tried to ride outta Margie's

They told him, "Don't you play dumb with us son

You know damn well what the charge is"

Bubba shot the jukebox last night

Said it played a sad song, it made him cry

Went to his truck and got a 45

Well, he shot the jukebox last night

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When the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on

The confrontation was a tense one

He shook his head and said

"Bubba boy, you was always a dense one"

A reckless discharge of a gun

That's what the officers are claimin'

Bubba hollered out reckless hell

I hit just where I was aimin'

Bubba shot the jukebox last night

Said it played a sad song, it made him cry

Went to his truck and got a 45

Well, he shot the jukebox

Stopped it with one shot

Bubba shot the jukebox last night

Well, he could not tell right from wrong

Through the teardrops in his eyes

Beyond a shadow of a doubt

It was a justifiable homicide

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Bubba shot the jukebox

Stopped it with one shot

Bubba shot the jukebox last night