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 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 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 Bubba shot the jukebox Stopped it with one shot Bubba shot the jukebox last night