Bubba Shot The Jukebox Lyrics - Singles - 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 breathe 

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 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 

Bubba shot the juke box last night 

Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on 

The confrontation was a tense one 

Shook his head 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 shot 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 

Bubba 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