We were all down at Margie's bar tellin' stories if we had oneSomeone fired the old jukebox up, the song it sure was a sad oneA 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 himBubba shot the jukebox last nightSaid it played a sad song that made him cryWent to his truck and got a .45Bubba shot the Jukebox last nightBubba ain't never been accused of bein' mentally stableSo we did not draw an easy breath till he laid that colt on the tableHe hung his head till the cops showed up, dragged him right outta Margie'sTold him don't you play dumb with us son you know damn well what the charge isBubba shot the jukebox last nightSaid it played a sad song that made him cryWent to his truck and got a .45He shot the jukebox last nightWhen the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe onThe confrontation was a tense oneShook his head and said Bubba boy, you was always a dense oneReckless discharge of a gun, that's what the officers are claimin'Bubba hollered, enraged as hell "I hit just where I was aimin!"Bubba shot the jukebox last nightSaid it played a sad song that made him cryWent to his truck and got a .45He shot the jukebox, stopped it with one shotBubba shot the jukebox last nightWell he could not tell right from wrong through the teardrops in his eyesBeyond the shadow of a doubt it was a justifiable homicideBubba shot the jukebox, stopped it with one shotBubba shot the jukebox last night