We were hogged down at Marges Bar
Telling stories if we had one
Someone fired the old Jukebox up
the song it sure was a sad one
A tear drop rolled down Bubba's nose

From the pain the song was inflicting
All at once he jumped to his feet
just like somone kicked him

Chorus:
Bubba shot the jukebox last night
said it played a sad song
that made him cry
went to his truck and got a forty-five
Bubba shot the jukebox last night

Bubba ain't never been acused
of being mentaly stable
so we did not draw an easy breath
till he laid that Colt on the table

he hung his head till the cops showed up
he tried to march out of Marges
told him don't play dumb with us boy
you know damn well what the charge is

Chorus

Well the sheriff arrived
with his bathrobe on
the confrontation was a tense one
he shook his head and said
'M'Bubba boy" you was always a dis one
now reckless discharge of a gun
thats what the officers are claimin'
Bubba hollered loud as hell
I hit only where I was aiming

Bubba shot the jukebox last night
Said it played a sad song made him cry
went to his truck and got a forty-five
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 tear drops 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 a last night