Bubba Shot The Jukebox

We were all down at Margie's bar
 Tellin' stories if we had one
 Someone fired the old 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, it made him cry
 Went to his truck and got a 45
 Bubba shot the jukebox last night
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 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 'til the cops showed up
 He tried to ride outta Margie's
 They 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, it made him cry
 Went to his truck and got a 45
 Well, he shot the jukebox last night
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 When 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"
 A 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, it 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
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 Bubba shot the jukebox
 Stopped it with one shot
 Bubba shot the jukebox last night