Mark Chesnutt - Bubba Shot The Jukebox Lyrics

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.

Bubba ain't never been accused
Of bein' mentaly stable.
So, we did not draw an easy breathe,
'Til he laid that Colt on the table.
He hung his head
Utill the cops showed up.
They dragged him right out of Margie's.
Told him, "Don't play dumb with us, son.
We 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,
You was always a dense one".
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 justifiable homicide.

Bubba shot the jukebox.
Stopped it with one shot.
Bubba shot the jukebox
Last night.