We were all down at Margie's bar   Telling 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 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 bein' mentally 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 you play dumb with us, son   You 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   Well, he shot the juke box last night      Well, the Sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on   The confrontation was a tense one   Shook his head and said, "Bubba Boy   You was always a dense one"      "Reckless discharge of a gun"   That's what the officers are claimin'   Bubba hollered out, "Reckless, hell   I hit 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   Well, he 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 tear drops in his eyes   Beyond a shadow of a doubt   It was a justifiable homicide      Bubba shot the juke box, stopped it with one shot   Bubba shot the jukebox last night