We were down at Maggie's bar, telling stories if we had one.

Someone fired the old jukebox up, a song that sure was a sad one.

Teardrop rolled down Bubba's nose from the plane the song was inflicting,

and all that once dropped to his feet and just like somebody kicked him

and bubby shot the jukebox last night said he played a sad song he didn't like went to the cup

got a forty-five bubby shot the jukebox last night

Bubba never been accused of being mentally stable,

so we're not drawing easy breath till he laid that coat on the table.

Hung his head till the cop showed up,

tried to drive it out of marches.

We told him, don't you play dumb with us, us boy we know damn well what the charge is

Bubba shot the jukebox last night said he that's that song he didn't like when to the truck got a 45

Bubba's shot the jukebox last night The sheriff arrived with his bathroom

On the confrontation was a criss one

He shook his head and said Bubba boy You always was a criss one. He shook his head and said,

Bub, boy, you always was a dense one.

Reckless discharge of a gun.

That's what the officers are claiming.

How about howl that out reckless hell?

It's just what I was aiming.

Publish out the jukebox last night.

Said he laid a sad song.

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