Bubba Shot the Jukebox Songtext
von Mark Chesnutt

We were all down in Margie′s bar
Telling stories that we had one
Someone fired the old jukebox up
The song sure was a sad one
Tear drop rolled down Bubba's nose
From the pain the song was inflicting
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, made him cry
Went to his trunk and got a.45
Bubba shot the jukebox last night


Now Bubba ain′t never been accused
Of being mentally stable
But he did not draw on easy pret
Till he laid that Colt on the table
He hung his head till the cops showed up
And dragged him right out of Margie's
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, made him cry
Went to his trunk and got a.45
He shot the jukebox last night

When the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on
The confrontation was a tense one
Shook his head and said, "Bubba boy
You was always the dense one"
A reckless discharge of a gun
That′s what the officer′s a claiming
Bubba hollered out a ragged hail
I hit right where I was aiming

Bubba shot the jukebox last night
Said it played a sad song, made him cry
Went to his trunk and got a.45
He shot the jukebox, stopped it with one shot
Bubba shot the jukebox last night


He could not tell right from wrong
Through the teardrops in his eyes
Without the shadow of a doubt Lord
It was a justifiable homicide

Bubba shot the jukebox, stopped it with one shot
Bubba shot the jukebox last night