Bubba Shot The Jukebox - Mark Chesnutt

We were all down at Margie’s bar

Telling stories if we had one

Someone fired the old jukebox up

The song sure was a sad one

A teardrop rolled down Bubba’s nose

From the pain the song was inflicting

And all at once he jumped to his feet

Just like somebody kicked him

Bubba shot the juke box last night

Said it played a sad song it made him cry

Went to his truck and got a forty five

Bubba shot the juke box last night

Bubba ain’t never been accused of being mentality stable

So we did not draw an easy breath

Until he laid that colt on the table

He hung his head till the cops showed up

They dragged him right out of Margie’s

Told him «Don't you play dumb with us, son»

«Know damn well what the charge is.»

Bubba shot the juke box last night

Said it played a sad song it made him cry

Went to his truck and got a forty five

Well, he shot the juke box last night

Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on

The confrontation was a tense one

Shook his head and said, «Bubba Boy,»

«You was always a dense one.»

Reckless discharge of a gun

That’s what the officers are claiming

Bubba hollered, «Reckless!

Hell!»

«I hit just where I was aiming.»

Bubba shot the juke box last night

Said it played a sad song it made him cry

Went to his truck and got a forty five

Well, he shot the juke box 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 justifiable homicide

Bubba shot the juke box stopped it with one shot

Bubba shot the jukebox last night