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We were all down at Margie's bar,
Tellin' stories if we had one.
Someone fired the ol' 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 that made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a .45
Bubba shot the jukebox last night.

Now, 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 until the cops showed up.
They dragged him right out of Margie's.
And 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 that made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a .45
Well, he shot the jukebox last night.

Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on.
The confrontation was a tense one.
He shook his head and said, "Bubba, boy,
Now, you was always a dense one".
Now, 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 that 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.

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