| Song | Bubba Shot the Jukebox |
| Artist | Mark Chesnutt |
| Album | Longnecks & Short Stories |
| 作词 : Linde | |
| (dennis linde) | |
| We were all down at margie's bar | |
| Telling stories if we had one | |
| Someone fired the old jukebox up | |
| The song 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 being mentality 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 play dumb with us, son" | |
| "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 | |
| Bubba shot the juke box last night | |
| Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on | |
| The confrontation was a tense one | |
| Shook his head said, "bubba boy," | |
| "you was always a dense one." | |
| Reckless discharge of a gun | |
| That's what the officers are claiming | |
| Bubba hollered, "reckless! hell!" | |
| "i shot 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 | |
| Bubba 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 teardrops in his eyes | |
| Beyond a shadow of a doubt | |
| It was justifiable homicide | |
| Bubba shot the juke box stopped it with one shot | |
| Bubba shot the jukebox last night |
| zuò cí : Linde | |
| dennis linde | |
| We were all down at margie' s bar | |
| Telling stories if we had one | |
| Someone fired the old jukebox up | |
| The song 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 being mentality 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 play dumb with us, son" | |
| " 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 | |
| Bubba shot the juke box last night | |
| Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on | |
| The confrontation was a tense one | |
| Shook his head said, " bubba boy," | |
| " you was always a dense one." | |
| Reckless discharge of a gun | |
| That' s what the officers are claiming | |
| Bubba hollered, " reckless! hell!" | |
| " i shot 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 | |
| Bubba 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 teardrops in his eyes | |
| Beyond a shadow of a doubt | |
| It was justifiable homicide | |
| Bubba shot the juke box stopped it with one shot | |
| Bubba shot the jukebox last night |