the song it sure was a sad one
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.
He 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 mentally stable.
So we did not draw an easy breath,
'Til he laid that colt on the table.
He hung his head until the cops showed up:
They dragged him right out of Margie's.
They 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.
"Now reckless discharge of a gun,
"That's what the officers are claiming."
Bubba hollered: "I'm reckless! Hell!
"I hit just where I was aiming."
Bubba shot the juke box last night.
He said it played a sad song, it made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a forty five:
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 teardrops 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
and some good ole fall out boy
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
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.
He 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 mentally stable.
So we did not draw an easy breath,
'Til he laid that colt on the table.
He hung his head until the cops showed up:
They dragged him right out of Margie's.
They 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.
"Now reckless discharge of a gun,
"That's what the officers are claiming."
Bubba hollered: "I'm reckless! Hell!
"I hit just where I was aiming."
Bubba shot the juke box last night.
He said it played a sad song, it made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a forty five:
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 teardrops 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
and some good ole fall out boy
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song